This queen is not too curly

The Fangzhu was stiff for a long time before he said: "You... all go out first."

The embroidered ladies looked at each other, not understanding why the owner of the workshop suddenly changed his face, but they thought it had something to do with the identity of the man being checked, so they hesitated again and again, and slowly exited the Guanyin Hall.

Before stepping out of the threshold, they sneaked a peek inside.

Looking carefully, this man is indeed handsome and has an extraordinary bearing. Could it be that he is an extremely favored and powerful eunuch in the palace?
The crowd dispersed.

Only the old woman and Yan Yuan, Chu Lingchen were left in the Guanyin Hall.

The old woman no longer concealed the trembling of her fingertips, she took two steps back, and knelt down in front of Chen Lingchen.

She bent down deeply, with her forehead pressed against the ground, her voice trembling: "Woman... a lady has seen a nobleman..."

Chen Ling remained silent and did not speak.

Yan Yuan's eyes widened curiously.

She was originally just a blind move in a hurry, but she didn't expect the effect to be much better than she imagined.

She asked the old woman: "How much did the master guess?"

The old woman trembled: "Woman...women dare not..."

Even if she guessed it, it was just a guess. She didn't dare to speak nonsense, so she could only kowtow three times in the most secure posture, and then kept the same posture and never raised her head again.

It seems that the guess is close to ten.

Yan Yuan took a sneak peek at Chen Lingchen, wondering if his name was embroidered on his clothes?
Chen Lingchen seemed to have sensed something, turned his head slightly, his eyes met Yan Yuan's, and then frowned.

Yan Yuan: ...

Well, I'm not happy about being used as a tool.

Yan Yuan looked away guiltily, and turned to the old woman, "What's your name, Master?"

The old lady suddenly remembered the malicious temptation just now, and she couldn't help sweating profusely: "Return...Return to your nobleman, the old lady's surname is Yu."

Yan Yuan just said "oh" softly, and asked her: "Director Lin hangs the beam in the palace, and the Department of Internal Affairs has already made a conclusion that he hanged himself in fear of crime. Does Director Yu know anything else?"

The old woman took a breath and said hurriedly: "No! My sister was forced to death!"

Yan Yuan asked: "By whom?"

The old woman said excitedly: "I don't know...but my sister will never hang herself. She repaired the book for me a month ago, let me, let me..."

The old woman hesitated to speak, her expression was perplexed, as if she had something to hide.

Yan Yuan asked: "How do I let you?"

The old lady said with difficulty: "She asked me to close the school and graduate quickly, and leave my hometown."

Yan Yuan was startled.

month ago?

Wasn't that before she accepted the mess?

At that time, she might still be delivering food to He Yuan and the others in the plum garden, and the weaving department was still fawning over Bixi Palace. At that time, Director Lin had already foreseen that there would be today?
The old woman raised her scarlet eyes: "My sister must have been coerced by someone to force her to commit suicide! Please enlighten me!"

Yan Yuan was not good at cross-examining cases, so she asked some questions back and forth, and the answers she got were all similar.

The old woman was nothing more than complaining, saying that Mr. Lin was responsible for the coercion, but she couldn't say who it was. The inside and outside of the palace were separated by a natural moat, and all she knew was a few letters. It is uncertain how many enemies there are.

Yan Yuan didn't know how else to ask.

Just when everything was at a loss, a cold voice sounded from behind her: "The weaving department in the palace died a head, why is your embroidery workshop outside the palace owed countless debts, and suddenly it is difficult to maintain?"

The old woman suddenly trembled.

Yan Yuan turned her head and saw Chen Ling's expressionless face.

Chen Lingchen walked to Yan Yuan's side: "Is the money in the palace settled for the purchases required for the Queen Mother's birthday banquet?"

The old woman grabbed her skirt with her fingers, and said with difficulty: "It's knotted, it's settled."

Chen Lingchen leaned forward slightly, and asked softly, "So, the money for the payment..."

He stared into the old woman's eyes and said slowly, "Is it normal?"

normal?

What kind of question is this?
Yan Yuan gave Chen Lingchen a suspicious look.

The old woman froze completely on the spot.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word, her blushing face turned as white as paper in an instant.

Chen Ling looked down at her condescendingly, not surprised by her reaction.

The old woman suddenly kowtowed heavily to the ground, several times in a row, and when she raised her head, the skin on her forehead was ripped open.

"Return to the nobleman." The old woman bit her lip, and her hoarse voice, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally broke into tears, "The money...is not normal!"

……

The old woman felt sad and burst into tears.

These days, she has fled in a hurry and hid in Tibet, but no one can tell what happened, and she dare not tell anyone, even the government, what happened to Luan Yufang easily.

A few months ago, her younger sister Lin Jiniang entrusted her to start collecting materials for clothing, jewelry and spices for the Empress Dowager's birthday.As in the past, she first asked small merchants and Orion border merchants to buy goods on credit, and kept them in the warehouse. When the Queen Mother's birthday banquet was actually prepared every year, the palace would send someone to buy from her again, and waited After the palace settled the accounts, she then settled the accounts with the small merchants.

It only took a few months to come and go, and the prices of the goods were different in different seasons, and there was also a price difference between the palace purchase and the private purchase, and the price difference of several rounds was added up to a huge sum of money.It is precisely because of this wave of profits every year that Luan Yufang has gradually changed from a small embroidery workshop to a wealthy businessman in the imperial capital in the past ten years.

However, the goods from the first half of this year were already in the warehouse, but the palace officials did not come to collect them for a long time. She wrote a letter to ask her younger sister Lin Jiniang, but she was expecting an urgent letter from her sister: Finish graduation quickly and go far away.

The old woman raised her red eyes and said hoarsely:

"I heard at the time that the master had changed in the palace, and the new queen presided over the birthday banquet, so it was inconvenient to buy from the same way...Those goods were indeed at a loss in the warehouse, but Luan Yu Fang has accumulated quite a lot over the years, and it is not because of A batch of unsalable goods was crushed."

"Even if the loss is heavy, how can you just abandon the family business that has been in business for more than ten years?"

"I... didn't follow my sister's advice, and threw away my family business and flew away. Half a month later, the people in the palace really came to buy, and the full warehouse was confiscated. The money and silver were sent to Luan Yufang in three days, and the price was even higher. It is a full [-]% higher than in previous years..."

"The whole Luan Yufang is jumping for joy, thinking that it was a blessing in disguise... but I didn't expect it... I didn't expect it..."

The eyes of the old woman were reflected against the candlelight, and the pupils were frightened:
"I didn't expect...the money is fake."

"Not only is the money fake, but even the goods palace said they never received it..."

"But clearly, obviously, the father-in-law who came to collect the goods that day was the father-in-law who came here often, but they said that the father-in-law had already committed suicide half a month ago, and it was impossible for him to appear in Luan Yufang..."

The old woman's breathing was short, and the nails of her hands dug deeply into her palms, as if she had exhausted all her strength to force herself not to go crazy.

It had happened for many days, but she still fell into a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

She wanted to sue but found that there was no way to complain.

To whom could she tell such a thing?

What can be said?
It is said that the money used to settle accounts in the palace is fake?
Said that the one who took away the goods was a father-in-law who had been dead for half a month?
No one will believe this ridiculous lie.

She was disheartened.

The news of my sister's death came at that time.

……

The old woman fainted from crying.

The embroiderers heard the movement, rushed into the Guanyin Hall, and hurriedly helped the old woman to lie down by the bonfire in the empty space.

Yan Yuan looked at the pile of warm bonfires, and simply moved into the crowd, rested against a little bonfire, and stroked the thoughts of the story she had just heard, gradually fell into sleepiness.

The embroiderers had already tidied up the floor tiles beside the campfire, and moved all the cattail mats from the temple. Yan Yuan found a comfortable position and was about to fall asleep, but there was always an obtrusive gaze beside her, pestering her. On her, she couldn't sleep.

"Yan Yuan." Chen Ling's deep voice finally sounded.

"Huh?" Yan Yuan replied in a daze.

"Go back to the inn in the city first."

"no need……"

"..."

Yan Yuan turned over and refused.

Anyway, it's only half the night.

It will take some time to drive back to the city, and I still have to find an inn, why bother?

It will be over, and the night will pass.

There was a moment of silence.

Chen Ling's deep voice sounded again: "Don't sleep, this place is not clean."

Yan Yuan hummed: "Where is it unclean?"

Chen Ling was silent for a moment and said, "Many people have sat in this hall."

Yan Yuan: "..."

She almost forgot that Chen Lingchen was the king of gold and jade, so naturally he couldn't get close to the things he had sat on.

Yan Yuan suppressed her irritability, and simply rolled to the ground, thinking that now Chen Lingchen had nothing to say.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ling's deep voice sounded again:
"Yan Yuan."

"..."

"The floor is dirty."

"..."

"At least back to the carriage."

"..."

The drowsiness was finally completely driven away, Yan Yuan straightened up and stared at Chen Lingchen: "Your Majesty has a cleanliness habit?"

Chen Ling remained silent, probably acquiescing.

Yan Yuan gritted her teeth: "But you are obsessed with cleanliness, so what does it matter to me?"

The light of the bonfire reflected Yan Yuan's pupils, filled with resentment.

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, but he still said, "Go back to the carriage."

"..."

"Yan Yuan."

"..."

Like a walking corpse, Yan Yuan struggled to get up and walked towards the carriage with a numb face.

She had known Chen Lingshen for quite a long time. She never knew that he was such... such a rough person. If she didn't follow suit, he might really talk about it all night.

Yan Yuan walked faster and faster, and when she reached the carriage, she found a place in the farthest corner and shrank, closed her eyes and continued to doze off.

She knew that Chen Lingchen was still looking at her.

She doesn't want to care anymore.

Chen Ling's heavy breathing sounded softly in the carriage.

After a moment of stalemate like this, the carriage started to move slowly again, driving smoothly towards the direction it came from.

He really wanted to go to the inn.

Yan Yuan yawned in the carriage, she couldn't sit still, she just lay down on the seat, she didn't know how long time had passed in the mist, she just felt the carriage gradually stop, a gust of breeze poured into the carriage, blowing ran off her doze.

Chen Ling opened the curtain of the car with a calm voice: "Here we are."

Where have you been?

Yan Yuan's world is still in chaos.

I don't know when Chen Lingchen held his wrist, and he led him into an inn like a puppet all the way, and then went up to the second floor of the inn under the attentive guidance of the waiter. room.

Yan Yuan asked confusedly, "What time is it?"

Chen Ling said calmly, "Yinshi."

Yan Yuan: "..."

It will be dawn in two hours at most.

It was extravagant and wasteful.

Yan Yuan slept several times in a row one night, most of the fatigue in her body had gone, she was actually awake now, so she lowered her head and stared at the wrist being held by her in a daze.

It seems that something is wrong, and it seems that there is nothing wrong.

Yan Yuan hesitated for a while, before asking: "A room?"

The door was closed by the waiter.

The sound of closing the door overlapped with Chen Lingshen's "hmm".

Yan Yuan didn't hear very clearly, she raised her head and looked at Chen Lingchen.

Chen Ling's heavy eyelashes drooped, and after a moment of silence, he said softly, "Yan Yuan, it's fifteen tonight."