This queen is not too curly

Ever since Yan Yuan officially moved into the Qianzheng Palace, Chen Lingshen's insomnia has improved a lot. As long as Yan Yuan is by his side, he can always fall asleep peacefully.

But Yan Yuan was not satisfied, she wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so while going home to visit relatives, she stopped by to visit the genius doctor in the medicine hut, and asked her for a new prescription for recuperating sleep.

On the night when she returned to the palace, she put the new potion into the lamp oil, then opened her eyes and asked Chen Lingchen, "Are you sleepy?"

It's been a month, and the circles under his eyes have darkened a lot.

I still have to find a way to catch up on sleep quickly.

Chen Ling shook his head deeply.

Yan Yuan took the lamp to the bedside again, so that Chen Ling could absorb as much of the medicine powder inside as possible, and then asked him, "Can you smell a little fragrance? Are you sleepy?"

Chen Ling looked at Yan Yuan deeply.

I haven't seen him for a month, she has lost a little weight and darkened a little, her eyes are shining and moist under the lamp, and her focused gaze just falls on him without any concealment.

He enjoys the look.

Feeling aroused a little bit, he lowered his head and kissed her hair.

However, his queen was still full of disappointment: "Is it really not sleepy at all? The doctor said it was her newly developed prescription, so it shouldn't have any effect at all."

Chen Ling was silent for a while, and stepped forward to hug her gently: "Perhaps there is something on his mind, so the medicine stone is useless."

Yan Yuan raised her head in his arms, her face was full of concern: "Did something happen to the court?"

Chen Ling shook his head deeply, his eyes a little helpless.

Yan Yuan blinked: "That's..."

Chen Lingchen couldn't bear to bite her lip, and twisted and lingered, making her panting and limp, and then hugged her to the bed.

Yan Yuan was still flustered: "Dengdengdeng—it's about to fall—"

Chen Ling threw the broken lamp by the bed, leaned over to kiss Yan Yuan, and whispered in her ear: "General Xiaobai, I miss you so much..."

His breath made Yan Yuan itchy.

Yan Yuan hugged his neck and panted, her mind was still elsewhere: "But the medicine in the lamp hasn't worked yet—"

Chen Ling said in a low voice, "I don't need it to work."

Why not?

Yan Yuan said anxiously: "The medicine is..."

Chen Ling gritted his teeth and kissed her fiercely: "Don't sleep tonight."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan actually didn't understand what Chen Lingshen meant by not sleeping at first.

Until later, he explained it personally all night.

She realized painfully that the magic doctor's medicine might really be useless.

At least it was of no use to Chen Lingshen.

Yan Yuan just went to sleep at dawn, when the lamps on the ground had burned out their oil, and a strong fragrance filled the whole bedroom.

Unknowingly, the dream landed.

……

Yan Yuan in the dream is 11 years old, exactly the age of her little overlord in Northwest China.

In the autumn of that year, a letter came from Beijing. The emperor said that he missed her father Yan Zhou very much. It was a refreshing autumn and wanted to invite him to go hunting together.

Yan Yuan enthusiastically prepared her own bow and arrow, but was told that she was not allowed to enter the capital. She was so angry that she didn't even eat dinner.

At night, when I sneaked into my parents' room, I heard my mother gently persuading my father: "Yuan'er has been in the northwest since she was a child. Seeing that she is getting older, take her to Beijing to meet the princes and princes." Isn't it good too?"

Yan Zhou sneered: "What are those bastards doing?"

Mrs. Yan Hou smiled lightly: "You, you just have a prejudice against scholars, maybe Yuan'er likes it herself."

Yan Zhou was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Impossible, it's a good idea."

Yan Yuan hid under the window sill, and followed her father in a whisper: Yes, yes, it's impossible.

It is absolutely impossible for her to like scholars.

But she will never give up entering the capital.

On the day when the chariots and horses of the Hou Mansion set off, Yan Yuan left a letter for her mother, and in the middle of the night she quietly hid in the chariots and horses of the Hou Mansion where gifts were placed. When she was discovered, the convoy had already traveled halfway.

She had dust all over her face, and eye to eye with her father.

Yan Zhou's raised hand finally turned into a finger, and he poked heavily on her forehead: "Wear men's clothes! Don't cause trouble! Don't reveal your identity!"

Yan Yuan smiled openly, "Okay!"

In this way, she entered the capital with her father and mixed into the team of Qiuhun.

She was dressed in men's clothing, dressed as a servant, and acted very seriously. She poured tea and poured water for her father, beat her back and rubbed her shoulders, and even went to the autumn hunting grounds. She hugged her father's huge quiver and followed him step by step. behind.

But she is only 11 after all.

Still a girl.

It's just too small.

The emperor of Yan Kingdom glanced and saw a thin follower behind Yan Zhou, and fell silent immediately.

Yan Zhou saluted Emperor Yan.

After all, the emperor couldn't hold back and asked him: "Yan Zhou, what are you..."

Yan Zhou raised his hand and made a silent gesture.

emperor:"……"

It's just nonsense.

The emperor frowned and exhaled: "There are wild beasts in the mountains, if you are hurt, don't complain to the orphan."

Yan Zhou smiled until his eyelashes curled: "No."

……

Of course Yan Yuan would not be injured.

When she was eight years old, she followed her father to gallop the hunting grounds in the northwest. The hunting grounds in the northwest were bigger than the royal hunting grounds, and the prey was much more exciting. Unlike here, except for rabbits and pheasants, it was so boring that it made people doze off.

She rode her horse around in the forest, and finally bumped into a wild deer, and she finally lifted her spirits.

Yan Yuan chased the wild deer all the way to the forest, drawing her bow to the full string while running, and just when she was about to shoot an arrow, she bumped into an opponent head-on.

The man looked about the same age as her, he was a gentle and handsome young man with thin skin and tender flesh, and he flew towards her.

Yan Yuan couldn't react in time, and was thrown off the horse by the young man, and rolled on the grass several times before stopping.

The horses were frightened, and both fled into the woods.

"What mess are you making!"

Yan Yuan angrily picked up the man's skirt.

The young man didn't resist, he was carried like this, looking at Yan Yuan panting with his wet eyes open.

Yan Yuan stared into his eyes for a moment, this man...

The boy exhaled in embarrassment, and turned his head to look in the direction where the wild deer disappeared.

Yan Yuan looked in the direction where it disappeared, and suddenly found two dwarf young deer emerging from the bushes, impatiently sucking the mother's milk.

Uh, so it is.

Yan Yuan let go of her hand.

The boy stood up unsteadily, and took a few steps closer to the bushes.

There was some dry grass behind the bushes, which was obviously the temporary breeding den for the wild deer. The young man tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, put it in the den, and then walked up to Yan Yuan and squatted down.

He looked at Yan Yuan calmly and said, "What chips do you want, I will supply them to you."

Yan Yuan was stunned: "Huh?"

The young man frowned and said, "Autumn Hunting's head is a fur jacket made of snow mountain foxes. I took your prey and gave it to you."

Yan Yuan finally understood, and said dryly: "...It's not necessary."

Snow mountain foxes are a specialty of the Northwest, and she has a lot of them at home, not to mention that she is not afraid of the cold, and never wears them.

But this one in front of me...

Well, the Bodhisattva of the hunting ground.

The young man tore off the hem of his clothes, probably swearing his sovereignty to others. He thought that other people who came to the hunting ground would not touch the doe and fawn after seeing the hem of his clothes...

He casually promised to give her the head of Autumn Hunting, so loudly, who could it be?
The boy was a little embarrassed by his stare.

Yan Yuan looked at him curiously.

She lived in the Northwest since she was a child, and among her playmates, there is no such white and tender one. Her watery eyes are clearer than that of a deer, and she is indescribably beautiful.

Yan Yuan couldn't help reaching out out of curiosity to poke his cheek.

Well, it was exactly as expected.

Slippery.

The young man was taken aback, his face flushed immediately, and his voice was stern: "Bold! Presumptuous!"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan could only withdraw her hand resentfully.

It was late at that time, the sun was setting, and the hunting was coming to an end.

The boy's face was stern: "You...follow me."

Yan Yuan blinked: "Huh?"

The young man said stiffly: "Your horse ran away, there are wild animals in the forest here, it is dangerous to walk out of the forest."

Yan Yuan asked him: "Do you know martial arts?"

He doesn't look like that.

The young man shook his head.

Yan Yuan asked him: "Then how do you protect me when I'm in danger?"

The young man was startled, as if he had never thought that she would ask such a question, and immediately stopped speaking.

Yan Yuan asked, "Are you calling for help?"

The young man became angry from embarrassment: "You!"

Seeing his flushed face, Yan Yuan laughed out loud.

When she smiled, her eyelashes curved into a crescent shape, and the grass clippings on her head trembled.

The young man hesitated for a while staring at the grass clippings, then looked away and said coldly: "Although I don't know martial arts, if I encounter a wild beast, I can always delay it for a while by burying you in the belly of the beast."

Yan Yuan: "..."

This is the dead duck's mouth is stiff.

Yan Yuan secretly slandered.

But she didn't plan to continue hunting any more, as there were no serious prey in this mountain.

She followed the living Bodhisattva, followed him step by step, watched the sunset dye his hair golden yellow, and thought that although the people in the imperial capital had a bad complexion, their hearts seemed to be very soft.

……

(Unfinished) (End of this chapter)