This queen is not too curly

What should fifteen do?
Yan Yuan's thoughts were like a ball of paste.

Before she could react, Chen Lingchen had already covered her lips, and the warm touch overlapped with what she saw in her dream.

Chen Ling's heavy aura instantly overwhelmed the sky, his breathing and heartbeat were completely confused at this moment, and the pain flooded his lips.

It didn't seem like a kiss.

It's more like a game of embarrassment, or a unilateral venting of anger.

"Well……"

Yan Yuan felt the pain and withdrew her bound hands.

Chen Lingchen finally backed away a little bit.

He panted heavily, and finally stopped covering his eyes, staring at Yan Yuan.

His pupils are like a deep pool of quagmire, as if he wants to suck Yan Yuan into it, and it seems that there is nowhere to vent his grudges for many generations, and he wants to clean up every inch of her flesh and bones, crush her to pieces and swallow them up.

Do we have a grudge?
Yan Yuan stared into his eyes and thought.

But where did the deep hatred between her and him come from?
With doubts in Yan Yuan's heart, the panic and charm dissipated together, so the half-inch distance seemed to become very far away again.

So she stopped struggling and just looked at Chen Lingchen in confusion.

Chen Ling paused for a deep breath.

He whispered her name: "Yan Yuan."

After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "You don't seem to be afraid."

Yan Yuan was still immersed in confusion, she didn't quite understand what Chen Lingchen's words meant, she could only suppress her breathing, and blinked slowly, as dull as a mushroom that just popped out of the soil.

Although she didn't make a sound, she expressed her attitude with actions.

Although a little at a loss and confused.

But she is not afraid.

She is a timid mushroom, usually cautious in the palace, but at this time she is very bold, because she used to be Ning Bai, and she had entrusted her life, so why not be afraid of others.

Chen Lingchen suddenly let out a quick breath, and the breath turned into a trace of laughter at the bottom of his throat.

Yan Yuan became more and more confused, she was actually not sure if he smiled, after all he didn't smile often, but there was one thing she could be sure of.

He seemed, suddenly, not angry anymore.

Under her gaze, the gloomy eyes gradually softened.

He lowered his head, touched Yan Yuan's forehead with his forehead, and said softly, "It's not humiliation."

Yan Yuan didn't know why.

Chen Ling lowered his eyelashes, and covered Yan Yuan's lips again: "It was never..."

Never a humiliation.

Just angry, and... scared.

Yan Yuan's body was slightly stiff, because Chen Lingchen changed his posture, covering his whole body.

Only then did she realize that although Chu Lingchen's actions were ferocious, she had been supporting her body and keeping a little distance from her.But at this moment, he seemed to give up suddenly, his whole body was crushed on her body, and his warm and cool body completely enveloped her.

This is unprecedented weight and closeness.

His breath was close at hand, and his warm and cool lips pressed against hers in the most direct gesture, moving slowly.

The warm and cool breath gradually became warmer, and the cloth rubbed against each other to make an extremely subtle sound. There is no more scorching torture than this.

She found that she tasted a faint bitter taste, and she didn't know whether it was the residue of her medicine porridge or he was bitter.

Yan Yuan couldn't breathe, and didn't know if her heart was still beating.

She didn't know the difference between now and just now.

But nothing seems to be the same.

Unlike all that came before.

Just now she could still think calmly, but now there is only a strange panic in her body.

Yan Yuan struggled wildly, but her lips were pressed even tighter. She took a breath in embarrassment, and wanted to escape, but found that her body was trapped in a small world by Chen Lingchen. Only Chen Lingchen knew and felt .

Chen Lingchen was fully awake.

Realizing this, Yan Yuan suddenly felt an indescribable sensation surging through her body.

This feels so foreign.

The drawn hand could not find a place to rest it.

Yan Yuan just grabbed it indiscriminately, and there was a strange silky touch from the fingertips.

Chen Ling took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "...it hurts."

Yan Yuan realized belatedly that it was Chen Ling's hair.Her palms were sweaty, and at this moment those strands of hair were running through the crevices of each of her fingers, entangled her movements.

Yan Yuan was startled.

Trying hard to untangle those strands of hair.

Chen Ling's heavy breathing suddenly became extremely messy and heavy.

He suddenly opened her lips and stopped her in a low voice: "Don't move."

Yan Yuan's hand was still working hard, but she stopped when she heard his voice.

Under the quilt, Chen Lingchen held her wrist, and her whole body fell into Chen Lingchen's embrace.

But the hair...

Yan Yuan tried hard to take a look at her hands, but Chen Lingchen viciously restrained all her movements.

Chen Ling's hoarse voice sounded right next to her ears: "If you don't want to waste time, don't move."

Yan Yuan didn't dare to move for a moment.

Chen Ling's heavy forehead was pressed against Yan Yuan's shoulder, and suddenly some low-pitched laughter came out.

"Go to sleep." He said softly.

"..."

How is it possible to sleep in this situation? ? ?

Chen Lingchen had already closed his eyes.

Yan Yuan's heart was in a mess, she wanted to move but didn't dare to move, she could only stare at Chen Lingchen who was close by, and finally felt sleepy.

In the drowsy state, dreams float and sink, and memories are intertwined chaotically.

For a while it was the red-eyed boy in the cave, for a while the sneering Chen Lingchen was in the Qianzheng Palace, and in the end all the pictures turned into a bubble, and she wandered and lost in the bubble.

By the time everything was clear, it was already broad daylight.

Chen Lingchen had long since disappeared.

Yan Yuan heard a sound in a daze, and opened her eyes to find a familiar figure sitting beside the bed at some point. Seeing her wake up, the man smiled in surprise: "Your Majesty, you are awake!"

Dust lady?

Why is she here?

Yan Yuan's thoughts were still a little sluggish, she watched as Chen Niang pulled her wrist, took her pulse carefully, and then pulled her sleeves down a little to cover her exposed arms.

Yan Yuan:?
Chen Niang immediately stepped aside from the seat beside the bed.

It was only then that Yan Yuan realized that standing behind Chen Niang was a man in a green robe and Confucianism robe, it was Luo Ziqiu.

Chen Niang seemed to be quite obedient to him, and respectfully invited him to sit by the bed: "There is an imperial physician, Luo Luo."

Luo Ziqiu then bowed to Yan Yuan, his eyelashes curled into bright smile arcs: "I heard that Madam is suffering from Qi and blood deficiency, so I came here to give Madam a Ping An pulse so that I can adjust the prescription later."

Yan Yuan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand towards him.

After all, Luo Ziqiu's heart is dark, but his medical skills are real. This time she moved her hand on Cuiwei Mountain, but she only took a few sleeps before carrying it. Both Luo Ziqiu and Tian Leicao contributed a lot.

Luo Ziqiu squinted his eyes and checked his pulse for a while, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Yan Yuan couldn't help becoming nervous: "What, it's serious?"

Could it be that she feels fine now, but it's just the end of the battle, returning to the light?

Luo Ziqiu hooked the corners of his mouth, smiled and shook his head: "It's not serious, it's not so quick to make up for the loss of blood, but..."

Yan Yuan's heart hangs in the air: "Just how?"

Luo Ziqiu said calmly, "Your Majesty is a little ignorant."

Yan Yuan was at a loss.

What's the matter with Chen Lingshen?

She raised her head in a daze, but saw Chen Niang standing behind Luo Ziqiu with a flushed face, Yan Yuan immediately understood what Luo Ziqiu said.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Fortunately, Luo Ziqiu resigned knowingly.

Yan Yuan was still so embarrassed that she didn't want to raise her head, her eyes wandered around the bed, and she suddenly caught a glimpse of a pile of dark green cloth beside the bed.

She picked up the pile of fabric and took a look, only to find that it was a suit of clothes.

Dressed in... er, men's clothing?
Chen Niang hesitated and said: "This is the clothes His Majesty prepared for Your Majesty."

She seldom hesitated, Ruan Zhu had already prepared carefully selected clothes, but His Majesty handed her a men's outfit early in the morning.She doesn't understand very well, does this mean to ask the empress to disguise herself as a man?

While Chen Niang hesitated, Yan Yuan had already tied her breasts skillfully.

She didn't care about men's and women's clothing at first, but when she put on men's clothes and put up a man's hair bun, she was stunned when she saw the complete boy in the mirror. After looking at it for a long time, she still couldn't remember to fasten the leather buckle on her wristband.

Chen Lingchen walked in at this moment, and naturally supported her wrist, lowered his eyebrows, and fastened the leather buttons for her bit by bit, with a quiet and focused expression.

He obviously... has practiced.

The leather buckle that I couldn't untie last night is very proficient today.

Yan Yuan stared blankly at Chen Ling's face, a weird thought flashed through her mind:

Chen Lingchen, he likes to see her in men's clothing?

Does he have any hobbies?
He was a little abnormally excited last night. Could it be because he saw her in men's clothing?
"........."

……

The cause and effect were suddenly connected smoothly, Yan Yuan's head was in a mess, until she got into the carriage, her thoughts were still struggling repeatedly:

If the facts were as Song Wan'er said, could it be that the dead person Chen Ling cared about was Ning Bai?
But she and Ning Bai...are different after all.

After much deliberation, there was no solution to this situation, Yan Yuan finally chose to give up, she sighed, raised her head and asked Chen Niang: "Did you come here last night? Xiaoyu and Ruan Zhu are still in Longyin Temple?"

Chen Niang was stunned and said: "Go back to your mother, the slaves rushed to the inn in the early morning of the day before yesterday."

Yan Yuan was confused: "The night before? Wasn't the night before still in the palace?"

Chen Niang: "Your Majesty?"

Yan Yuan's head was swollen and painful, she couldn't help rubbing her temples, and suddenly an incredible idea flashed across her mind like a calcium carbide fire.

She tentatively asked, "What day is it today?"

Chen Niang hesitated and said: "Go back to your mother, today is the seventeenth, you have been asleep in the inn for two nights."

Yan Yuan: "..."

……

The carriage slowly stopped at the foot of Cuiwei Mountain.

When Yan Yuan got out of the carriage, all the old and young people in Luan Yufang had already knelt at the foot of the mountain. Behind them stood a row of guards dressed in gray cavalry, and the guards were holding dozens of fat and strong hounds in their hands.

Yan Yuan's gaze met the hound's.

The hounds took two steps back in unison.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan looked away indifferently.

Humph.

Chen Ling got down from the other carriage, walked to Yan Yuan's side, and turned his gaze to the gray knight guards: "How?"

The leader of the gray cavalry said: "Go back to the Lord, the people on the mountain have been cleaned up, and they have all been persuaded to leave."

Yan Yuan: "..."

He was full of beard and powerful, with more than a dozen hounds and strong men behind him, making people wonder how he persuaded the creditors and thugs to leave.

On the contrary, the female family members of Luan Yufang blushed and knelt down in front of Chen Lingshen and Yan Yuan to express their gratitude.

Luo Ziqiu told them in a gentle voice: "It's not a debt forgiveness, it's just to give you a few years to breathe, and the debt and interest that should be repaid still cannot be less."

Luo Ziqiu's voice was also gentle and gentle: "You can probably guess our identities, so try not to think about running away, otherwise losing money will be the next best thing, and losing other things will be difficult."

The female relatives trembled and kept kowtow: "Please rest assured, nobleman, the grass-roots are grateful for your kindness, and will never run away!"

The sky is big and the earth is big, but there are few places for women.

Staying in Luan Yu Fang, still having a place to live, and still being able to use one skill, is already the best ending.

How dare they expect anything else?

Luo Ziqiu smiled softly: "Then sisters will have to work hard."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Sven scum, probably so.

……

After the embroiderers have settled down, it's time to go back to the palace.

Yan Yuan returned to the carriage again, and this time Chen Lingchen was riding with her, Yan Yuan's heart was in a mess, and she lowered her head all the way.

The carriage passed through the bustling streets and alleys of the imperial capital, the sunlight fell into the windows of the carriage, and cast spots of light on Yan Yuan's knees.

Yan Yuan stretched out her hand to touch those light spots, hesitating in her heart.

I really don't know when the next time I will go out of the palace, not to mention that Ning Mo has recovered from his illness and will return to the northwest soon.

There is only one chance.

She doesn't want to let go.

Yan Yuan made up her mind, raised her head and said to Chen Ling, "Your Majesty, can my concubine stay in the city for half a day longer?"

Chen Ling said in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

Yan Yuan said: "The concubine's family has not left Beijing, they are in the hospital..."

In the middle of speaking, Yan Yuan couldn't continue.

Because Chen Ling's eyes dimmed instantly, the temperature in the carriage dropped a little.

Yan Yuan blinked, and said dryly: "If your majesty is willing...you can also go together?"