This queen is not too curly

Chapter 123 Men's Clothing
Chen Ling slowly let go of his hand.

His eyes were still locked on Yan Yuan, and his brows still did not relax.After a long stalemate like this, he suddenly stretched out his hand and plucked a leaf from Yan Yuan's hair.

Yan Yuan: ...

It seems that the matter of climbing trees cannot be hidden.

Chen Ling stared at Yan Yuan deeply, making sure that she was not in danger, so he raised his head to look at the person behind Yan Yuan.

The two women's whole bodies were stiff, and their bodies were ahead of their thoughts in an instant, and they ran away in the alley when they were about to come and go.

Yan Yuan hurriedly stopped her: "Didn't the two sisters agree to come with me?"

The two embroiderers panicked: "Let us go, we, we won't go!"

After they finished speaking, they turned and wanted to run away.

Yan Yuan had no choice but to forcibly pull their sleeves: "I was in the alley just now, didn't my sister already believe me? I am really a female official under Lin Zhangshi. My name is Qiao Yu. Don't you believe my sister?" Is it?"

The two embroiderers turned their heads in panic, and looked at Chen Lingchen with terrified eyes.

Yan Yuan: "..."

So it was this black-faced god who scared people.

Yan Yuan turned around to block Chen Ling's gaze: "Master Lin left his last words before he died. I need to see the master as soon as possible. You can escape today, but even the best embroidery needs silk thread materials. There are times when the mountains are at the end of their ropes."

Yan Yuan let go of her hand, and said softly, "My sister doesn't want to live in endless hiding like this, does she?"

The two embroiderers finally broke free from the restraints, and staggered forward a few steps.

They didn't go far, and their steps gradually froze. The young embroidered lady grabbed the older embroidered lady's hand: "...Sister."

The moonlight shone on their shoulders, a frosty white.

……

Under the moonlight.

Xiu Niang finally turned her head back.

The elder embroidered lady drove the carriage and left the market.

In the carriage, the young Xiu Niang was sitting in the corner farthest from Chen Lingchen, her body bent and shivering.

Yan Yuan looked at her, as if seeing her former self, her heart was filled with pity.

She walked over and patted Xiu Niang on the shoulder, comforting her in a low voice: "Sister, don't be afraid, that man just looks like a debt collector, but he is not actually a debt collector..."

Chen Ling looked at Yan Yuan coldly.

Yan Yuan coughed dryly and said, "You don't think he looks like he needs to collect debts, does he?"

The young embroiderer asked in a low voice: "You, you said you came from the palace..."

Yan Yuan said, "Yes."

The embroiderer looked up tremblingly: "Then he, is he also from the palace?"

Yan Yuan nodded.

Xiu Niang said: "He, is he the official of the Department of Internal Affairs?"

I have long heard that the father-in-laws in the Department of Internal Affairs are all black-faced gods, and they usually do errands for the masters in the palace without blinking an eye. When I saw them today, they were indeed much scarier than the thugs outside Luan Yufang.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan didn't raise her head, and her voice was gentle: "Sister, sleep for a while when you're tired. People who sleep more live longer."

If you say a few more words, you may die from the carriage.

Chen Lingshen: "..."

The embroidered lady obediently closed her eyes.

The carriage speeds down the road.

Yan Yuan knew that Chen Ling's eyes were on her, but she chose to shrink back. Her gaze circled around in the carriage a few times, and landed on a pile of fabric beside the seat.

Those should be the clothes that Chen Lingchen bought from a clothing store. At this moment, they were neatly folded and placed beside Chen Lingchen.

Yan Yuan couldn't help but be a little curious, what kind of clothes were those that made him go in and pick them out for so long?
Could it be... no money?
Suddenly thinking of this possibility, Yan Yuan's breathing also paused for a while.

Of course the emperor doesn't bring money with him when he goes out. The emperor usually doesn't have any money with him. He is rich in gold and jade, and no matter where he goes, people give everything. Is it possible that the king's land in the whole world needs to be contaminated with the smell of copper?
And tonight...

Yan Yuan was a little curious about how he managed to get the clothes.

But she dared not ask.

Not only did she dare not ask, she was even cautious about taking a second look.

He could only lower his head and shrink back to the embroidered mother.

Chen Lingshen: "..."

After driving for a long time, the carriage finally stopped slowly in front of a ruined temple.

The voice of the elderly embroidered lady came from outside the carriage: "We are here."

The young embroidered lady woke up from her sleep, staggered out of the carriage, and grabbed the elder embroidered lady's hand nervously. The elder lady said: "You wait in the carriage for a while, let us report to the master first."

Yan Yuan said: "Okay."

Anyway, she also needs to change her clothes first, and she can't bring this blood to meet people.

but……

She looked into the terrified eyes of the two embroiderers, worried for a moment that they would take the opportunity to escape, so she pulled the hairpin off her head and handed it to the embroiderer: "Sister, please give this to the owner. "

The hairpin was produced by the weaving department in the palace, and it has a special mark. Since the owner of the shop is Lin Zhangshi's sister, he should be able to recognize it.

Xiu Niang took the hairpin, gave Yan Yuan a complicated look, and finally left in a hurry.

Only Yan Yuan and Chen Lingchen were left in the carriage.

Silence is against guilty conscience.

Silence spread.

Yan Yuan wanted to ask how you got the clothes, but before she spoke, her words changed to: "Your Majesty, can you get out of the car first, I...I want to change clothes."

Chen Ling lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Okay."

……

How many times does he say "yes" in a day?
Yan Yuan was a little dazed.

I always feel that there is something wrong with Chen Lingchen today, but I can't tell.

Is this dog so talkative?
But right now she doesn't have time to study these things carefully, and when the curtain falls, she picks up the handful of clothes.

At this time, there was no light in the carriage, only the moonlight from the window poured into the carriage, and it could be vaguely seen that it should be a light-colored dress, and some dark pattern decorations were faintly embroidered on the cloth, which seemed to be of great value.

What surprised Yan Yuan was not its material, but its style.

She was in a hurry just now, and she didn't tell Chen Lingchen what kind of clothes to buy. She thought he would buy the Confucian robes that she was used to wearing, but she didn't expect that what Chen Lingchen chose for her was something that a martial arts practitioner would wear. neat plain clothes.

Yan Yuan took off the blood-stained dress and put on new clothes.

It was found that the figure of the 15-year-old boy fit her very well. The hem of the clothes was short and light, the waist was tight, the sleeves were narrow, and there was a hard leather wristband on the forearm. With fixed leather buckle.

Yan Yuan skillfully fastened the buckles one by one, making a crisp metallic sound when the buckles were put on.

She was in a trance for a moment.

It's like turning back time and everything is back to the way it was before.

All the bad things haven't happened yet.

Yan Yuan just stayed in the carriage for a while, until she caught a glimpse of the open front of her chest out of the corner of her eye.

"..."

Yan Yuan was silent for a while, then unbuttoned her clothes again, tore off the hem of the obscene clothes, and stretched it around her chest, the skirt finally became normal.

She simply did everything right, removed the girl's bun, and simply tied her hair in a circle.

Finally everything is in harmony.

Yan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Standing beside the carriage, Chen Ling was slightly startled when his gaze hit Yan Yuan, and his breathing became a little messy.

At this time, the full moon was rising high, and the moonlight shone Yan Yuan's figure dimly, which overlapped with the figure he saw for the first time in the cave, and there was a little bit of tearing feeling in his chest, he held his breath, and the dull pain traveled to his fingertips. tip.

Yan Yuan was also a little guilty, and walked to him with her head buried.

Chen Ling looked at Yan Yuan calmly, his breathing was extremely slow, his eyes walked slowly on Yan Yuan's body, and finally landed on her wrist, and said in a low voice: "The shopkeeper said, it's a little difficult to hold. "

Yan Yuan was startled, and it took her a long time to realize that he was talking about the leather buckle on her wrist.

This circle of hard leather also acts as a wrist guard, which is a style commonly used by martial arts practitioners. The design is very delicate and requires some effort.It might indeed be difficult for someone like him who wears Confucian robes, but it is a common thing for her.

Yan Yuan didn't know how to explain for a while.

It can't be said that I used to wear men's clothes every day, and I could button them with my eyes closed?
In the mess, she randomly found a reason: "Maybe I... have better talent?"

Chen Ling lowered his head, showing a gentle forehead: "That's right."

Yan Yuan: ...? ? ?
Fortunately, Xiu Niang turned back at the right time, and said to Chen Lingshen and Yan Yuan, "Master, I would like to invite you two."

Yan Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Xiu Niang into the ruined temple.

It can be seen that this place used to be a temple full of incense. The first room you enter is the Eighteen Arhats, and the second one is the Ten Halls of Yama. Those Buddha statues look very shocking at night, until you reach the third main hall, Yan Yuan I saw a statue of Avalokitesvara with benevolent brows and benevolent eyes.

Under the Guanyin statue, there are more than a dozen women sitting around.

The clothes on their bodies were thin, and the door opened to let in the cold wind, and they snuggled closer without any trace.

The oldest woman in the crowd stood up, her eyes fell on Yan Yuan, and she sneered: "A woman disguised herself as a man and concealed it, and she said she has bad intentions?"

Although Yan Yuan didn't think of deliberately concealing it, she also didn't think of being seen through at a glance, so she was a little embarrassed.

She said: "I didn't cover it up on purpose, it's just that the clothes on my body were stained with blood before. The reason why I changed into men's clothes was originally because I wanted to go to Luan Yufang tomorrow."

The old woman glanced at the two embroiderers who were leading the way, and the embroiderers nodded slightly towards her.

The old woman turned her head to look at Yan Yuan again: "You said you are my sister's apprentice Qiao Yu?"

Yan Yuan nodded: "Yes."

The old woman asked again: "What evidence is there?"

Yan Yuan said: "The hairpin I gave Fangzhu is an item in the palace, Fangzhu Lin should recognize it."

The old woman sneered: "There are also objects in the palace that are lost among the people."

Yan Yuan said: "I know that the Palace Weaving Department ordered a batch of blue sparrow feathers at the end of last year to make clothes for the Empress Dowager's birthday this year."

The old woman said: "It's been a long time, I don't have a good memory, I can't remember clearly."

Yan Yuan said again: "I also know that a small batch of the freshest blue sparrow feathers has been ordered recently to be used as peacock heads."

The expression on the old woman's face was a little shaken, but she still insisted: "That's not a secret. Although not many people know about it, there are also quite a few."

That's an endless loop.

Yan Yuan thought to herself, after all, she is not Qiao Yu, and she doesn't know Qiao Yu well, so the more she talks, the more mistakes she will make.

She said: "Master Lin, since you have fallen into such a situation, if I am a bad person, it will be too late for you to escape. If I am a good person, we can save some time, can't we? The head of Lin is still in the Department of Internal Affairs. You Don't you want her to rest in peace earlier?"

The old woman's eye circles turned red.

She bit her lip and froze for a while, and finally her face softened: "My sister... the imperial doctor who was acquainted with her in the early years... didn't that heartbroken man never go to see her for the last time?"

This……

The deceased was already dead, but Yan Yuan never thought that she could hear such a secret, and suddenly she didn't know how to respond.

She could only bow her head and perfunctory: "Well, that person...has never appeared."

Little did he know that the owner of the shop suddenly changed his face, he hurriedly took a few steps back, and said sharply: "Come on, arrest her!"

Yan Yuan never expected that things would take a turn for the worse. Before she could react, a bunch of women rushed up from all directions.The women were all weak and weak, and she didn't dare to resist forcefully. She could only grab Chen Lingchen's wrist, and dragged him back under the Guanyin statue.

Yan Yuan: "...What does Master Lin mean?"

The old woman sneered: "My sister never had a friend who was an imperial doctor."

She raised her eyes and glanced sharply at Yan Yuan: "My surname is not Lin either. Lin is the surname given by the direct disciple of the head of the weaving department. As a member of the palace, you don't know it?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan: Sorry, I really don’t know.

In the blink of an eye, the embroidered ladies had already blocked Yan Yuan and Chen Lingshen in front of the altar. She was holding a strangely shaped weapon, including sticks and tiles, and her face seemed to be about to die together.

The old woman said coldly: "Say, who are you guys? What's your purpose?"

Yan Yuan admitted frankly: "I am indeed not Qiao Yu."

She looked into the eyes of the old woman: "But we did come out of the palace to investigate the death of Mr. Lin."

The old woman's eyes were red: "Why should I trust you for the second time? You don't even know that the head of the weaving department is not originally named Lin."

Yan Yuan said, "Because I'm not from the Weaving Department either."

Things have come to this point, there seems to be no other way.

Yan Yuan thought for a while and said: "I heard that you embroiderers can distinguish people by their clothes, and the owner of the workshop has a deep personal relationship with Mr. Lin. Whether we are from the palace or who we are, the owner of the workshop should not know right away. Is it?"

Yan Yuan's tone was magnanimous, and her eyes were clear.

The old woman hesitated after all.

They are indeed at the end of the road.

She walked slowly in front of Yan Yuan amidst the voices of the embroiderers admonishing, "Don't be dangerous, the owner of the workshop".

Yan Yuan suddenly said in embarrassment: "I bought this on the street just now, go and check his."

Her finger pointed to the man who had been silent all this time.

The old woman withdrew her fingertips and turned to Chen Lingchen.

This uninvited guest is really right. Whether it is a Buddha or a human being, it depends on the clothes. Different people wear different clothes. Even if the embroidery is made by the same person, the workmanship is different. Clothes can indeed reveal a person's identity.

When her eyes touched the man's clothes, she was startled.

The cloth used for the clothes on his body is indeed a tribute, with dark patterns embroidered with gold silk on it, hidden under the dark cloth, it is indeed the style of the extravagant and low-key weaving department in the palace.

The old woman's eyes slowly slid along the dark lines, and landed on the place where the needle was hidden.

Every embroiderer has a different habit of hiding needles, and the needle hiding technique on this man's clothes is actually her sister, Lin Jiniang, the head of the weaving department in the palace.

The old woman's eyes widened suddenly, her whole body stiffened.

The tributes are made into regular clothes, the dark patterns are embroidered with gold thread, and the head of the weaving department personally handles the needles...

Who in the world has such qualifications?

(End of this chapter)