This queen is not too curly

Chapter 19 Fighting
We finally met again.

Yan Yuan thought long and hard.

For a moment, the originally peaceful atmosphere disappeared, and no one dared to let go of their breath.

Everyone is watching, and the garden is quiet.

The empress has been in the palace for more than a month, and it is well known in the imperial court that the emperor said he was sick and left the palace during the wedding ceremony. After that, he stayed in the imperial concubine's palace and never summoned the dignified palace again.Today's Autumn Appreciation Banquet was carefully arranged by the Empress Dowager, and everyone knew the purpose of it.

But right now, the imperial concubine is sitting on the dragon chair, so how will the empress sit?

The embarrassing stalemate lasted for a while before the eunuch's voice sounded: "Your Majesty, this way please."

Yan Yuan followed the guidance, passed through the clusters of flowers in the center of the banquet hall, and walked slowly along the road paved with bluestones to the pavilion by the lake.

Everything around her was extremely quiet, as if the only sound in the whole world was the sound of her drooping skirt brushing against the green grass between the rocks.

Yan Yuan stepped into the pavilion under the scorching eyes, the sunlight was blocked out for a moment, and a deep fruity fragrance infiltrated her nostrils.After the dust settled, she bowed to the man and saluted: "My concubine...Yan Yuan, I have met His Majesty and the Empress Dowager."

The person on the dragon chair slowly opened his eyes.With Wen Xiang nephrite in his arms, his eyes were bleary drunk, and his eyes lightly met hers.

"The queen is free, please take your seat."

A hoarse voice sounded slowly.

He still didn't intend to get up from Concubine Xu's arms, like a drunk cat, he finally opened his eyes a little bit, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and the slits in his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"The concubine thanked His Majesty."

Yan Yuan stood up and lowered her head to stare at the hem of her skirt.

She didn't raise her head, but there was an inexplicable burning feeling on her back, which was the eyes of all the officials converging on her.Obviously everyone was waiting for her to express her opinion.

Whether she is present or not, it is a good show of humiliation today.Her choice doesn't really matter at all.

Chen Ling raised his eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Why, what else does the queen want to say?"

Yan Yuan shook her head: "No."

She sat down under everyone's gaze, and then lowered her head, not even a single extra look fell on that imperial concubine, as if she was the out-of-date existence.

For a moment, everything was silent, and all the officials at the table sighed in their hearts.

Is the daughter of Marquis Dingbei actually like this?

No wonder Marquis Dingbei said he was sick today, the dignified palace turned out to be just a puppet sent into the palace.

……

The sound of silk and bamboo gradually sounded again.

Yan Yuan kept her head down, not paying any attention to the gazes that fell on her.After all, everyone at the banquet today has different expectations for her. Some expect her to break up with the emperor in a rage, some expect her to cry and make the Dingbei Hou Mansion lose face, and more people hope that, She was able to flick the chaotic strings in the house, and let everyone watch a vigorous and lively scene.

Unfortunately, she is just a part-time worker.

She doesn't want to be the first to bear the brunt of this kind of meaty thing, whoever wants to do it.

Yan Yuan lowered her head and counted the flying cranes on her skirt, just thinking of herself as a mushroom on the banquet hall.

"Grape."

During the stalemate, Chen Ling's calm voice sounded.

Yan Yuan raised her eyes slightly, and from the corner of her vision, she saw Concubine Xu peeling another grape and handing it to Chen Lingchen's mouth.With slender hands and slender fingers, the tender green grapes were crystal clear in her hands, and she couldn't help being startled when she saw them.

"Your Majesty...the queen is watching..."

Concubine Xu stuffed the grapes into Chen Ling's mouth, her eyelashes drooped, and she blushed a little.

Chen Ling raised his head, his eyes fell on Yan Yuan's body, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Really?"

Yan Yuan didn't expect her peeking to be discovered, so she simply blinked her eyes, and cast her curious eyes frankly: In the snow field that year, she only saw the county magistrate from a distance, and at that time she only thought she was pretty and lovely. She is a beautiful woman, but now that she is wearing brocade clothes, she can already be called a beautiful woman.

Sure enough, people rely on clothes.

Yan Yuan admired from the bottom of her heart, and her eyes turned back and forth between Chen Lingchen and Concubine Xu, and finally stopped on the smear of green on her pale fingertips.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Chen Ling's eyes: "Why, the Queen also wants to eat grapes?"

Yan Yuan thought for a while and said, "I want to eat."

Chen Lingchen probably didn't expect her answer, and was slightly taken aback, and soon the corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc.He straightened his body, stretched out his fingertips to hook the hair on the side of the imperial concubine's cheek, and said slowly: "Since the empress wants to eat, my concubine will give some to the empress."

Grapes naturally do not need to be divided.

Yan Yuan's own front table was already filled with melon and fruit snacks, but Chen Lingshen used a plausible reward, which was a play of insulting the middle palace by the hands of the noble concubine, both openly and secretly.

He was still as annoying as ever.

Yan Yuan looked at the grapes served by Concubine Xu and sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, people who are too pampered are always too refined when it comes to humiliating others.If you want to humiliate, you should put it in your mouth, spit it on the ground, and roll it under the table, so that she can't use her hands but only her mouth, and swallow them one by one, which is more plausible.

What's the point now?
Yan Yuan picked a grape from the plate, stuffed it into her mouth, squinted her eyes and smiled: "It's really sweet, thank you, Concubine."

Her voice was already soft, but because of the lack of breath, it sounded a little extra sincere.

Concubine Xu was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Chen Lingchen.

Chen Lingchen had already straightened his body, and his gaze, with a bit of searching, slowly fell on Yan Yuan's face, as if he wanted to see the truth from her expression.

Yan Yuan was startled in her heart, afraid that he would notice the familiarity and instinctively wanted to avoid it, but at the last moment she remembered the past of her "obsessive love" for the emperor, so she turned her eyes away temporarily and stared back passionately.

Chen Lingshen: "..."

Chen Ling frowned and looked away.

Yan Yuan laughed from the bottom of her heart, and was about to make persistent efforts to express her rolling love enough at once, so that he would be so disgusted that he would not want to see her for half a year, when suddenly she heard a discordant sound of footsteps coming from a distance.

who?

Yan Yuan caught the source of the footsteps.

On the banquet hall, among the ministers, four or five people stood up from the seats at the same time, walked quickly towards the direction where Chen Lingchen was, and knelt down in front of the pavilion in unison.

"Your Majesty, I beg your orders!"

One of them, an old man with a white beard, held a document above his head, his old eye sockets were bloodshot.

"Last night Grand Tutor Song Yin hanged himself at home and died. There is still something strange about this matter. It is not conclusive to say that he hanged himself. Please ask the Ministry of Punishments to re-examine and re-examine. I hope His Majesty will approve it!"

Chen Lingshen didn't respond, but just looked expressionlessly at the senior officials kneeling in front of the pavilion.

For a moment the air seemed to be stagnant.

Everyone knows how Song Yinzheng's hands were cut off yesterday, the hands of the old man with white beard trembled, as if desperate, he kowtowed heavily in front of the pavilion, hoarse:
"Your Majesty, the old minister didn't mean to criticize His Majesty for punishing him yesterday when the Taifu of Song collided with the Holy Majesty, but...just after the Taifu returned to the mansion last night, some people saw brocade-clothed chariots and horses stationed outside the wall, and some people visited late at night. Occasionally, please Your Majesty remember Song Taifu's friendship of preaching, teaching and resolving doubts when he was young, and avenge Taifu!"

The old man's words were filled with tears and were extremely tragic, but it was a pity that Chen Lingchen on the high seat was not moved at all, and he didn't even lift his eyelashes more.

"His Majesty……!"

The old man burst into tears, but failed to kowtow, so he turned his gaze to Yan Yuan.

"Your Majesty! The city defense army in this city is under the jurisdiction of the Marquis Dingbei. The city defense army guards the peace of the imperial capital. Such a tragic event happened in the city. As the daughter of Yanhou and the master of the middle palace, you must also Can't stand by and watch?"

Yan Yuan sighed.

The fire finally burned to her.

In other words, the fire might have been aimed at her from the very beginning.

The harem has never been able to interfere in politics. There is an emperor in this banquet hall, and there is a queen mother who has been in power for several years. This old man does not kneel down to the queen mother, a new queen who has entered the palace. Who would believe it if he said that he was just asking for help?

The banquet hall was silent, everyone was obviously waiting for her response, even Chen Lingchen looked at her as if he was watching a play.

Yan Yuan was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Excuse me...my lord, who saw the chariots and horses in brocade clothes? Is there any evidence for the late night visit? Are there signs of fighting in the room outside the door?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Naturally, the servants of Taifu's residence saw it. As for the traces of fighting, Song Taifu, a literati, naturally doesn't know martial arts..."

Yan Yuan said, "Where is the carriage?"

The old man said: "...it should have left in the middle of the night, and I don't know where to go."

Yan Yuan said silently: "So Song Taifu 'may' received the guests last night, the people in the house 'maybe' saw someone entering, and the carriage 'probably' has already left, and I don't know where it is going, right?"

The old man was anxious: "This..."

Yan Yuan sighed and said, "Because of these incidents, my lord blamed my father's city defense army for not being able to stop the possible atrocities of gangsters, and because I am a woman, I shouted for me to stand by and watch."

Yan Yuan looked at the old man silently: "Your Excellency, do you know what it is called?"

The old man finished speaking, the creases on his ravine face were twisted into a ball, and finally his beard trembled, but he didn't make a sound.

At the banquet, the eyes again focused on Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan said slowly, "It's called Pengci."

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(End of this chapter)