This queen is not too curly

There was a gust of wind blowing from the top of the mountain.

Yan Yuan took a small, sneaky breath.

She squinted her eyes at Chen Lingchen, saw his docile forehead and the tip of his nose, and suddenly found that her morality was a little less than she thought, but she still had it.

Thinking of this, she withdrew her hand slightly.

Fingertips leave him an inch.

Chen Ling's heavy eyelashes trembled slightly, and his body leaned forward slightly, so his smooth forehead touched her fingertips again.

Fine.

Probably not.

Seeing his obedient appearance, she only had evil thoughts in her heart.

Want to bully him severely.

Yan Yuan sighed quietly in her heart, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed Chen Lingchen's lips.

Lips touch lips.

Hot paste ice cold.

Chen Lingchen suddenly took a hasty breath, and his body stiffened suddenly.

Before he opened his eyes, Yan Yuan stretched out her hand, covered his eyes, and whispered in his ear: "Don't look."

Chen Ling's chest heaved heavily, and his voice was flustered: "Yan..."

Yan Yuan asked him softly: "Maybe someone will see...is it possible?"

Chen Lingshen didn't answer.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing was messy, his fingers wrapped around Yan Yuan's waist, and his whole body was about to roll against Yan Yuan.

Although he didn't speak, he told her with his whole body:

can.

Yes.

Yan Yuan couldn't help shrinking back.

It's not that she wants to escape, it's just that her palms are itchy.

Under the cover of her palm, Chen Ling was blinking his eyes quickly, and his eyelashes kept brushing against the old scar on her palm, bringing out bursts of indescribable itchiness.

I don't know why, but suddenly...

Some feet are soft.

Probably because he is always used to being distracted at certain times and rubbing the scar on her palm, and now her body has remembered his boring and uninteresting vice.

Yan Yuan took a low breath, suddenly a little embarrassed.

So evil arises from the gallbladder.

She pulled away his hands around his waist, gritted her teeth and whispered: "Don't move, don't open your eyes."

Chen Ling said in a low voice, "Ning Bai..."

Hoarse voice, aggrieved.

Yan Yuan said indifferently: "You are not allowed to speak either."

Chen Ling stood stiffly, his hands were pulled away by her, his eyes were covered, and the only sensation in his whole body was her breathing heard in the darkness.

Yan Yuan quietly withdrew her hand.

Chen Lingchen really had his eyes closed. Although his eyelashes were trembling, he resisted not opening them.

Yan Yuan's heart trembled accordingly, and her heart softened.

This person.

When did you behave like this?
Yan Yuan sighed in her heart, her arms gently wrapped around his neck, then she stood on her tiptoes, met his chaotic breathing, and kissed his lips again.

This time it's not just a taste of it.

Chen Lingchen, who was not moving, was much softer than she had imagined.

Yan Yuan used some strength to warm his cold lips, and traced the shape of his lips, and then she suddenly found that his suppressed panting had flowed to her throat.

I don't know whose heartbeat is exploding.

There was already a little sweat on Chen Lingshen's forehead, his whole body tensed up in embarrassment, and his chaotic breathing kept hitting Yan Yuan's eyelashes...

But he still didn't move.

Maybe it was because she had just told him not to move.

... Fortunately, he was not allowed to breathe just now.

Yan Yuan thought vaguely in her heart.

Her consciousness was also a little fuzzy.

She still wants to be closer to him, closer physically and spiritually, but she doesn't know if it's because she is not good at school, or she is negligent in practice, and she always feels... just a little bit closer.

Yan Yuan didn't know what was wrong.

After all, in such a small space, what is the difference between what he does and what she does?

She just feels restless.

She raised her head and kissed his lips softly, always feeling that it was impossible, but Chen Lingchen was already sweating profusely.

Yan Yuan felt humiliated again.

This dog emperor, what are you really waiting for?
Yan Yuan bit him angrily, and mumbled, "...Chen Lingchen."

Chen Ling let out a low "hmm".

Yan Yuan was silent for a while.

But he still only gasped and didn't respond.

Yan Yuan stepped back a little, and whispered, "Chen Lingchen...you kiss me..."

She just gave up on her old face.

Unexpectedly, Chen Lingchen didn't even have the sound of breathing.

The hustle and bustle of the whole world seemed to have stopped, and everything was silent. Before Yan Yuan could become angry from embarrassment, she saw Chen Lingshen opened her eyes.

His pupils are like the deepest pool in which the dark tide grows, before Yan Yuan could see clearly, he lowered his head and bit her lip viciously.

Yan Yuan yelled in pain, but Chen Ling swallowed it all down.

In an instant, breathing and heartbeat exploded together.

It's obviously a similar touch, but it's completely different from the feeling just now.

What Chen Lingshen gave her was a violent storm.

Yan Yuan's mind went blank.

His lower back was restrained by him, and there were bursts of soreness, Chen Ling's heavy breath came over the sky, the fiery messy breath mixed with the heartbeat, and his body seemed to be rubbed into his own by him.

He couldn't breathe continuously, and his wrists became weak.

Yan Yuan endured it passively, trying to see Ling Chen's face clearly in a daze.

Chen Ling's eyes were already filled with confusion. It was obvious that he lowered his hair and kissed her fiercely, but in the end it was he himself who gasped in a low voice.

He was a little embarrassed and a little impatient.

"..."

Yan Yuan wanted to drill into the ground.

He obviously wanted to bully him, but he really bullied him in place, but it seems...

She is ashamed.

During the entanglement, there was a faint sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Yan Yuan frantically tried to push Chen Lingchen away, but she didn't succeed, so she could only hastily lowered her head to avoid Chen Lingchen's kiss: "Someone is here... Enough, enough..."

Chen Ling said in a low voice, "Not enough."

He dug her out from his chest, pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, and whispered: "Ning Bai, it's not enough..."

As he spoke, he bowed his head and kissed her again.

The sound of hooves was getting closer.

Yan Yuan was flustered, and forcibly blocked Chen Lingchen with her arms: "There is really someone coming... Majesty...Chen Lingchen!"

Chen Lingchen finally stopped.

His shoulders were drooping, his lips were still a little wet, and the haze in his eyes had been swept away, but his eyes were also wet, with a little bit of unwillingness.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan took the opportunity to escape.

She turned her back to catch her breath.

Sure enough, as the horseshoe approached in the distance, the commander of the city defense army rushed over, knelt down in front of Chen Lingchen, and saluted: "My lord, the investigation of the explosives buried on the mountain has been completed!"

The commander of the city defense army was out of breath, and waited for a long time without seeing any response from Chen Lingshen. When he raised his head, he realized that Chen Lingshen's expression was a little gloomy.

The Holy Majesty was obviously dissatisfied, he thought for a while to make amends: "The subordinate is ineffective and delays the time, and comes too late, please punish the Holy Majesty!"

Chen Ling was silent for a moment, and finally said in a cold voice, "...Back off."

Yan Yuan: "..."

The commander of the city defense army was perplexed and sweated profusely: "But my subordinates still have..."

He met Chen Ling's deep gaze, and said with difficulty: "This subordinate is ordered by the Queen Mother to convey to the Holy Majesty, the Queen Mother... the Queen Mother is waiting for the Holy Majesty in the Huguo Temple, and she wants to see the Holy Majesty!"

Queen Mother?

Yan Yuan was startled, and looked at Chen Lingchen worriedly.

She thought that Chen Lingchen might not want to see the Queen Mother, but she didn't expect that Chen Lingchen would just be silent for a while, and then said lightly, "Got it."

His expression was calm, and the hostility of the past was no longer on his face.

Yan Yuan was worried that he was abnormal and wanted to shake his hand.

Chen Lingchen shook his head lightly: "It doesn't matter."

He said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter anymore."

……

Yan Yuan accompanied Chen Lingshen to Huguo Temple.

The Huguo Temple is already in a mess. A thousand-year-old ancient temple suffered a catastrophe. The statue of the Bodhisattva was broken all over the place. The young monks who came back one after another were touching the fragments and weeping.

Chen Ling walked past and entered the hall.

Yan Yuan stopped in front of the steps, watching Chen Lingchen's back disappear before her eyes.

She glanced up at the sky.

The trees in the yard are towering, but it is a pity that it is winter, and the thin branches stretch out in the sky in a wanton shape.

Under the big tree, the old monk was softly comforting the young monk: "What is damaged is only the statue, the Bodhisattva is not in the mud, but in the heart."

The little monk wiped his tears fiercely: "But those people smashed the Buddha statues, wouldn't they feel distressed? They, they were originally good..."

The old monk said lightly: "The world is impermanent. If some people cherish it, others will trample on it. It doesn't matter. The Buddha doesn't care."

The little monk hugged the Buddha's head and cried: "But I'm still very sad, I can't control it..."

The old monk touched the top of his head and smiled: "You cherish yours, don't control it, it doesn't matter."

The little monk threw himself into the arms of the old monk and burst into tears.

Yan Yuan followed the path in her memory, walked through the dilapidated stone steps alone, turned around in the yard, and found the direction where she had seen the white ribbon in her memory.

Now that the top of the mountain has been almost flattened, she couldn't find the place where the white ribbon was floating that day, so she could only follow her feeling and bowed to the top of the mountain in the distance, which was also a farewell to Yuan Qi and the others.

Then she found a step and sat down.

There are also evergreen places in the temple, and low bushes grow on both sides of the steps. Yan Yuan sat down on the last step, picked some leaves, and wiped her hands carefully.

She was still stained with blood.

Chen Lingshen only wiped off the blood on her face. The blood in the crevices of her fingers was already a little dry. She rubbed it repeatedly with rough leaves to remove the blood bit by bit.

Suddenly there was a smell of wine from beside him.

Yan Yuan raised her head and met Yan Zhou's smiling eyes.

"...Daddy?"

"Give you."

Yan Zhou handed over a small wine bottle.

Yan Yuan took the bottle blankly, thought for a while and took a sip.

Yan Zhou sighed: "I asked you to wipe your hands."

Yan Yuan: "..."

The old fox didn't say anything clearly.

Yan Yuan poured the wine on her hands indifferently. The wine was very strong, but the effect was very good, and her hands soon became smooth and clean.

Yan Zhou snatched the bottle, poured the rest of the wine down his throat, then threw the bottle, put his arms around Yan Yuan's head and pressed it to his shoulders.

Yan Yuan couldn't help struggling: "...Daddy!"

Yan Zhou rubbed his head indiscriminately: "She wants to see you."

Yan Yuan didn't move.

Yan Zhou hadn't hugged his daughter for a long time. He sighed and touched Yan Yuan's forehead: "When the imperial capital was just captured, Jin's letter of state had already been sent to the Palace of Qianzheng. Jin asked for peace talks again. ...the empress will personally come forward to negotiate peace."

Yan Zhou paused for a while before slowly saying: "Yuan'er, she wants to see you."

Yan Yuan didn't know what to say for a while, she just leaned on her father's shoulder, feeling the warmth from his shoulder.

Yan Zhou sighed in a low voice: "Yuan'er, if you don't want to see..."

Yan Yuan interrupted him softly: "No, I want to see you."

Yan Zhou was taken aback: "You... don't you hate her?"

Yan Yuan shook her head: "I came into this world because of her, and she doesn't completely abandon me, she just... gave me to Daddy."

When she first found out about her life experience, she was still young, so she did feel flustered.

But later she figured it out, she had been living a good life all these years, she didn't feel that she was at a disadvantage, and although she felt regretful, she didn't feel resentful.

Of course I still want to see her.

only……

Yan Yuan whispered: "Can Daddy go pick Mother up to the Imperial Capital City?"

Yan Zhou: "Huh?"

Yan Yuan gently rubbed her father's shoulder: "Since entering the palace, I haven't seen my mother... These days I have been in danger many times, Yuan'er misses her very much."

It is said that he has repeatedly taken risks, but in fact he is still gentle.

She almost lost her life several times.

If she really lost her life, what she was most afraid of was letting her mother know that her mother would cry when she dropped a few lotus flowers. If she really died, her mother would not know how sad it would be.

Now that the catastrophe has just passed, she has never missed her mother like this moment.

Yan Zhou's breathing paused, and he hugged Yan Yuan tightly: "Go out of the palace, dad will take you home."

Yan Yuan was startled, then raised her head in a daze: "Huh?"

Yan Zhou said softly: "Since the disease has been cured, we can cross the river and tear down the bridge."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Zhou rubbed his daughter's head slowly, and said leisurely: "Go back to the northwest, father will find you a son-in-law."