This queen is not too curly

Yan Yuan was stunned for a long time.

Seeing her father's indifferent expression, she couldn't help laughing: "Daddy."

This old fox has never been in a proper manner when speaking and doing things. Now that what he said is half true and half false, it really looks like he immediately took her back to the northwest.

Yan Yuan also really missed the Northwest.

She lowered her head and said softly: "When the world is more peaceful, my daughter will take him to the northwest to see you."

Yan Zhou was silent for a moment, and let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

He stretched out his hand to rub his daughter's hair, with a gloomy expression on his face, and he was in a daze for a while.

These years are getting faster and faster. The last time I hugged her like this was three years ago when she was seriously ill. Before that, when she was about twelve or thirteen years old, she taught her to ride and shoot.

Yan Zhou asked her in a low voice: "Are you really not going back to the northwest?"

Yan Yuan didn't have time to answer.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

Yan Yuan raised her head, and saw that Chen Lingchen had walked out of the hall at some point, and was standing not far away, frowning, hesitant to speak.

His face was a little pale.

Yan Yuan stood up, hesitating whether to ask what he and the Queen Mother had said.

After thinking about it, she still asked in a roundabout way: "Is Your Majesty okay?"

Chen Ling lowered his eyes and gave a soft "hmm".

Yan Zhou said: "Your Majesty should return to the palace as soon as possible, the situation is not stable, so don't take it lightly."

Chen Ling looked at Yan Zhou seriously.

He used to hate him.

That year, dragging his seriously injured body, he knelt on the main hall of his Dingbeihou Mansion, and wanted to ask him to send troops to the snowfield to search and rescue Ning Bai, but he sternly refused.

But now that time has passed and the truth has come to light, in the end it was the dreaded Marquis of Dingbei who set up a scheme to help, save the building that was about to collapse, and took another step back.

He somewhat understood why the first emperor killed suspicious people like him, who even slaughtered his queen's mother clan, but did not move Yan Zhou.

Because he is Yan Zhou.

Even as suspicious as the late emperor, there are always people who live in the few inches of light in his heart.

Chen Ling stepped down the steps and walked slowly in front of Yan Zhou.

Yan Yuan held her breath: "...Your Majesty?"

At that time, the sun was shining brightly, illuminating the darkly embroidered gold thread on Chen Lingchen's robe.

Under her surprised gaze, Chen Lingchen clasped his hands together, bowed his body, and slowly saluted Yan Zhou.

The blood of the royal family flowed from his body, he knew what Yan Zhou's step back meant, and how difficult it was, probably not many people in this world could take this step back willingly.

What's more, he is Yan Yuan's father.

Yan Zhou squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Lingchen. He was neither flustered nor flattered. Instead, he received the emperor's gift firmly, then snorted coldly, and flung his sleeves away.

……

Outside the Huguo Temple, the chariots and horses for returning to the palace are ready.

As soon as Yan Yuan walked out of the gate of the temple, the family of Dingbeihou's mansion came up to her and saluted her: "Your Majesty, Master Hou has already prepared a car seat for your mother. There are warm jade seats in the car. Empress rides together."

Yan Yuan didn't hear clearly for a while, she said in a daze, "Ah?"

Jia Cong said with a smile: "Since Hou Ye found out that the Jin State Mission sent the warm jade bed, he has always felt unhappy, so..."

Yan Yuan: "..."

The situation has been so critical these days, but fortunately this old fox still has such a leisurely mood.

Yan Yuan resisted the desire to roll her eyes on the spot.

The family carefully probed: "Madam, this carriage..."

Yan Yuan hesitated: "I actually..."

She wanted to say that she was not so afraid of the cold anymore.

But before he could finish speaking, a cold voice sounded behind him: "No need."

The next moment, her wrist was held by Chen Lingshen, and she was held by him all the way, carrying him all the way into his own car.

Of course there is no warm jade stool in the carriage.

Chen Ling frowned deeply, with a dignified expression.

Yan Yuan laughed: "It's okay, I'm not that cold either."

Her body is really much better, obviously it is already the season of the twelfth lunar month, but at this time she is still sweating a little.

Although the sweat is mostly due to...

But it was sweating anyway.

Yan Yuan held Chen Lingchen's wrist with her free hand: "Look, I'm warmer than you now."

The warm hand was soft on the wrist.

Chen Ling's heavy brows stretched a little bit, but he didn't open his mouth. He just raised his hand and used his fingers to slowly comb through Yan Yuan's somewhat messy hair, bit by bit tidying up the mess that her father had messed up just now, and restoring it to its original shape. The way he likes it.

Yan Yuan was not disgusted either.

She sat in front of him and let him fiddle with him, just thinking in her heart that this dog emperor is somewhat of a fetish. He used to like fluffy rabbits, but now he even wants to fuck people.

The convoy started slowly and headed for the imperial city.

Yan Yuan felt that her neck was a little sore, she raised her head to look at Chen Lingchen quietly, and found that his complexion finally improved a little.

She then asked the question in her mind: "Your Majesty... Where is the Queen Mother?"

She knew that Chen Lingchen had always harbored resentment towards his biological mother, but no matter what, blood was thicker than water, so why didn't the Queen Mother appear in the motorcade?
Chen Ling lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "She stayed."

Yan Yuan was stunned: "Where do you stay?"

Chen Ling said: "Huguo Temple, guarding the imperial tomb... and treasures."

Yan Yuan was stunned for a long time before she realized that Chen Lingchen didn't plan to find out how much collusion the queen mother had with Chu Jingyu. He just left her in the Huguo Temple and the treasure she was thinking of. But expelled his own life.

Yan Yuan looked at Chen Lingshen, unable to distinguish the feeling in her heart for a moment.

This was undoubtedly the best ending, but if Chen Lingchen didn't investigate what the Queen Mother had done, it would be another mess for Chen Lingchen, and it was estimated that another crime of unfilial piety would be recorded in the history books.

Yan Yuan didn't speak for a long time.

Chen Ling's deep voice became cold again: "Does the queen feel lonely and ungrateful?"

This person seems to like some high-sounding titles when he is angry.

Yan Yuan had roughly figured out his temper, she was not angry, but just smoothed his hair skillfully: "No, I just feel that His Majesty is a little... pitiful."

She thought for a while before uttering the last words.

This may not be what an emperor would like to hear, but it is what she really thinks in her heart at the moment.

Chen Lingchen was really startled, and then his eyelashes drooped, and his body fell down, leaning against Yan Yuan's knee.

Yan Yuan didn't expect it, and didn't dare to move.

The next moment, Chen Lingchen wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head in her waist.

"Well, it's pitiful." Chen Ling answered softly in the crevice of her clothes, "very pitiful."

"..."

It's not just pathetic.

This is an opportunity to sell miserably.

This posture is really uncomfortable, and there is a warm touch on the lower abdomen.

Yan Yuan's face was flushed, her helpless hands were raised in the air, and finally landed on his ears.

There was a stalemate like this for a long time.

Yan Yuan also got used to it.

"...Chen Lingchen."

"Ah."

"Have you stopped digging for treasure?"

Only half of the legendary treasure in the Blue City was used to turn the tide of the battle between Yan and Jin. If half of it can be unearthed, adding more military supplies, why would the Yan Kingdom not have a strong army?
"No more digging."

"……Oh."

Yan Yuan tried her best to hide her little disappointment.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't curious at all, she hadn't seen the treasure yet.

"What about the key?"

The golden silk jade pendant was still hanging around her neck. Since she had decided not to dig for treasures, the jade pendant was the most important thing, and it should be kept in a place where no one could touch it and strictly guarded.

Chen Ling turned his body heavily, and his eyes fell on the gold silk jade pendant on Yan Yuan's chest.

He said softly, "Here you are."

Yan Yuan didn't understand, so she said, "Huh?"

Chen Ling said in a low voice, "You will wear it from now on."

Yan Yuan finally understood and panicked: "No, my father is Dingbeihou. If I hold this kind of thing in my hand, even civil and military officials in the court can't rest assured..."

Chen Ling said solemnly, "Then they won't be at ease."

Yan Yuan said anxiously: "Chu..."

Chen Ling leaned up and bit her lip: "Here you are."

……

Selling miserable is obviously useful.

This is the first time that Yan Yuan has discovered that apart from his deep thoughts, this dog emperor, Chen Lingshen, has another unknown skill, which is probably selling miserably.

After returning to the palace, he was busy with affairs, and he was sleepless for several days.

Yan Yuan's mother finally arrived in the imperial capital smoothly.

Madam Yanhou is still very dissatisfied with the emperor Chu Lingshen. She had heard many stories about him when she was in the Northwest. She knew that he raised a favorite concubine, that he killed many people, and that he sentenced her half-brother to exile. Even his biological mother was sent to the imperial mausoleum.

Madam Yanhou was worried all the way to Beijing, and when she saw her daughter lost weight in the palace, she couldn't stop crying.

She hugged Yan Yuan and cried: "Go home, the sky has fallen and let your father carry it, he is the one who insists on sending you into the palace."

Yan Yuan was most afraid of her mother crying, so she could only comfort her clumsily: "I'm thin because of martial arts, not because of illness."

Recently, she wasn't so afraid of the cold, so she practiced more frequently. Although her strength was still not as good as back then, she was able to barely survive under Qiu Yu's hands for a quarter of an hour.

Madam Yanhou wiped her tears: "It must be that violent... always bullying you."

Yan Yuan quickly denied: "No, His Majesty has treated me very well."

Mrs. Yan Hou obviously didn't believe it, she just thought it was her daughter trying to appease her worries, so she couldn't stop crying even more, until the circles of her eyes were red from crying.

It was at this time that Chen Lingchen entered Wangshu Palace.

It was rare for him to wear a light-colored uniform, and the corners of his eyes were blue-gray from working day and night. It could be seen that he was a little nervous. She made a salute.

This is really...

Madam Yan Hou was frightened.

She was originally a strict and famous lady, so she naturally knew that this was not an ordinary etiquette.

She immediately returned the salute in a hurry: "My wife is impolite!"

Chen Ling stood in the same place dignifiedly, and waited for Mrs. Yanhou to finish her salute before he smiled at her and said lightly: "Madam, you don't need to be too polite, as Madam is Ning Bai's mother, so she can bear to be alone." present."

Madam Yanhou was startled when she heard his unusual address, and looked at Yan Yuan in shock.

Chen Lingchen said lightly beside him: "Why, didn't Yanhou tell Madam?"

Madam Yanhou shook her head.

She naturally knew that Ning Bai was Yan Yuan's pseudonym in those years, but she didn't know why the emperor also knew it.

Chen Ling said lightly: "I will explain to Madam in detail, Madam please."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Chen Lingchen drank tea with Mrs. Yan Hou, and when she came back, Mrs. Yan Hou was already smiling, and Chen Lingchen followed behind her, like a real junior, quiet and well-behaved.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan didn't know what happened between them during that tea meal, and what they said, she only knew that three days later, Chen Lingchen's share was already included in the uniform that her mother sent to the palace.

The clothes were naturally sewn by Mrs. Yanhou herself.

Yan Yuan's sleeves were embroidered with lotus flowers, while Chen Lingchen's sleeves were embroidered with pruned bamboo, each stitch was densely packed, delicate and soft, it was a mother's silent love.

Yan Yuan is a little tasteful, it's just a one-time relationship, but Chen Lingchen is really quick with his hands and feet.

Mrs. Yan Hou said softly: "Your Majesty is very pitiful, you should spend more time with him."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Madam Yanhou smiled and touched Yan Yuan's head, and whispered in her ear: "It's not easy to grow flowers in wasteland, Yuan'er, he still has fear in his heart, you remember to comfort him often."

Yan Yuan didn't quite understand what fear her mother was talking about.

She was still thinking about this question when she dressed up and went to the Qianzheng Palace that night.

At that time, Chen Lingchen had just finished his business and changed into the clothes she gave him. His whole body looked like a bamboo shoot, and his hair and fingertips were all moist.

Yan Yuan looked at her heartbeat, and tiptoed to kiss him.

Chen Lingchen stood there obediently being kissed by her, and soon lost his breath, and he took off the clothes he had just put on.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan pulled back the clothes again: "No."

"You haven't had a break for a long time," she insisted.

His habit of staying awake when he is busy is very bad, very bad, it is too easy to be short-lived, and one day she will try to make him change it.

Chen Ling looked at Yan Yuan with red eyes.

Seeing Yan Yuan's gaze was firm, he lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "Then kiss me."

He traced by Yan Yuan's ear with his breath: "I promise, I won't move or open my eyes."

Yan Yuan: "..."