This queen is not too curly

Chapter 22 Interrogation
What did he want to test... what?
During the brief stalemate, Yan Yuan had no time to think about unnecessary things, she was full of only one thought: Yan Yuan, whom the queen mother knew, and Yan Yuan who the emperor had heard about, should react to such a scene?
She is the daughter of Yan Hou, a lady from a famous family.

Her mother was the first emperor, the daughter of the Taifu in the previous dynasty.

She has been familiar with poetry and books under the guidance of her mother since she was a child. When she was 13 years old, her life was hanging by a thread because of an accidental fall into the water. Afterwards, she was lingering in a sick bed, and barely managed to save her life. Finally, she entered the palace four years later. , became a puppet queen in the struggle for power and desire in the harem.

If she saw the bloody scene in front of her, how would she react?

It was crying out loud.

Or just fainted?

Thoughts flashed through Yan Yuan's mind, and she wanted to find the most suitable response from countless possibilities, so that Chen Lingchen could believe that she was the same as the outside.

But in the end, she chose to do nothing.

Don't blink, don't talk, don't cry, don't breathe.

She was as motionless as a stake, nailed to the deck of the cabin.

silence.

stalemate.

Chen Ling stared at Yan Yuan's face.

The reddish warm light was projected on Chen Ling's Shen side face, making his cheeks seem to have a warm breath.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Lingchen suddenly let out a low laugh, and when he lowered his eyebrows, a sigh rolled down his throat like a sigh.

"It's pathetic," he said.

Yan Yuan didn't hear his words clearly.

But she guessed that she probably passed the test.

Because Chen Lingchen finally looked away and turned to look at the scarred people on the ground.

He hooked his fingers towards the old eunuch, and the old eunuch quickly realized the holy will, and bent down to untie the bondage on one of the mouths.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty's humble minister has been wronged!"

Once the restraints were undone, the scarred man struggled frantically. He took two steps forward hastily, but his legs were soon broken by the guards, and his entire shoulder hit the ground. He could only lift the blood-red Eyes scream:

"My minister has never done anything that endangers the people of Jiangshan Sheji!"

"It's those noble concubines and relatives! They framed the humble officials!"

"If your Majesty doesn't believe it, you can hand over the minister to Dali Temple! No matter what torture they use to kill or cut the minister, they will never complain!"

"I beg Your Majesty to enlighten me!"

The man stared at his red eyes, and the veins on his forehead and neck were like dry embankments, one by one, bursting at any moment.

Chen Lingshen was indifferent.

He got up and walked in front of the man, looking down at him like he was looking at a struggling ant.

"What a coincidence, I don't like Dali Temple, and I prefer lynching."

Chen Ling repeated it in a low voice, with a slight mockery in his eyes.

"You won't expect a thousand hammers and ten thousand chisels to be vigorous, and you won't be wronged to leave your name in history. You will just die here without a sound."

He stared at the man and said word by word: "Until it rots into mud."

The man was stunned and stared blankly at Chen Lingchen.

Yan Yuan was also looking at Chen Lingchen, and after a while, she shifted her gaze to the injured man.

……Pitiful.

Yan Yuan looked at him and thought.

The injuries on his body were not enough to destroy his soul, but Chen Lingchen directly cut off his last spiritual pillar.

His existence is meaningless.

This is far more cruel than killing him directly.

The man's eyes were still wide open, but his shoulders were hunched up, as if a person's soul had been pulled out of his body. Obviously, the body was still the same body, but it had fallen down visibly to the naked eye.

"You... will be infamous forever..."

The man's eyes were distracted, and he muttered to himself:

"You are a fatuous and ruthless tyrant. You indulge your party members to corrupt the court...let the treacherous officials in power...disregard the turmoil in the frontier...kill the loyal and tyrannical...you are unworthy of virtue, and you will be beheaded one day Before the court..."

He was probably dead.

When a person is about to die, the words he speaks are peaceful.As if talking about an ordinary thing, the spirit was babbling, cursing the king in front of him to die.

The old eunuch was already pale with fright, and knelt on the ground trembling.

However, Chen Ling's face was still expressionless, and the fire reflected off his side face, casting a gentle color.

"Will there be such a day?"

he asked the man softly.

Yan Yuan stared blankly at Chen Lingchen.

For a moment, she had an indescribable feeling.

Suddenly, he felt that the expression on Chen Lingshen's face at this moment was the longing for death.

He was not afraid of the curse, and even looked forward to its arrival. For this reason, even his face of Wannian Frost showed a different kind of tenderness, and he just stared intently and affectionately at the things that did not exist in front of him.

"You're going to die—!"

……

No one expected that the man still had strength.

The leg is broken, but the body can still move, not to mention the person who is good at martial arts.He suddenly got into trouble, his body twisted and turned violently, and he rolled to the side of the blazing charcoal stove. Before everyone could react, he reached out and grabbed a leg of the charcoal stove, and yanked it violently, tearing the charcoal alive. The stove was overturned.

"Your Majesty—protect Your Majesty—!"

The old eunuch yelled out at the top of his lungs.

Unfortunately it was too late.

The charcoal furnace fell, sparks splashed, and the red-hot torture instrument fell to the ground. The red charcoal mixed with the slurry of rock and iron flowed in the direction of Chen Lingchen.

Chen Ling stood there dumbfounded, before he had time to react.

Oops!

Yan Yuan was taken aback, and couldn't care less about installing stakes.

Just at the very moment, she quickly took two steps forward, grabbed Chen Lingchen's hand, and dragged him back several steps, avoiding the rock iron slurry in a thrilling manner.

"Be careful."

Yan Yuan said in a low voice.

Almost at the same time, screams sounded.

The man had almost fallen into the slurry, and at this moment his skin and flesh were separated, and he could no longer restrain his desperate roar.

He rolled on the spot, and everyone in the cabin was in a mess.

Yan Yuan still wanted to pull Chen Ling Shen further away, but suddenly felt an indescribable strangeness in the top of her head, and only when she looked up did she discover the source of the strangeness——

That was Chen Lingchen's sight.

There was a trace of doubt in his eyes, a trace of searching, and he fell on her.

... not good.

Alarm bells rang in Yan Yuan's heart.

Just now, she was in a hurry, and she pulled Chen Lingchen without thinking about pretending. This is obviously not something that "famous lady Yan Yuan" can do.

She was already stunned, how could she still have such determination and strength to pull a man away when everyone was panicking?
How to do?
Do you want to scream with everyone?
But wouldn't it be... too late?
Yan Yuan's heart was in a ball, and only later did she realize that she was still holding onto Chen Lingchen's wrist. Now that she let go, it seemed that he had really done it on purpose, but it was true that she had been holding onto it... …

In the noisy room, Chen Ling's eyes still surrounded her.

In the chaos, his eyes were as silent as fallen leaves, as if trying to penetrate her soul.

……

(End of this chapter)