This queen is not too curly

Chapter 40 What kind of service?

Yan Yuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something belatedly.

Her current identity is the Empress of the Central Palace. Although her name is not worthy of her name, she is Chen Lingshen's legal wife.

"..."

Chen Lingshen still stopped where he was.

The atmosphere of silence spread for a moment in the military tent.

Yan Yuan raised her head and walked slowly to Chen Lingshen's side.

She didn't care much about many things. No matter what the reason was, it was worthwhile to be able to legally stay by Chen Lingchen's side tonight and prevent him from dying in this wilderness.

What's more, she was his queen.

Yan Yuan slowly followed Chen Lingchen out of the tent.

As soon as the curtain was closed, Song Wan'er in the tent no longer hid his gaze.

She stared at the direction they were going away, like a pool of spring water soaked in the smell of copper, and a pair of peach blossom eyes leaked a hint of resentment.But soon, the resentment disappeared, replaced by a smile.

A noble daughter from the Hou family, Shuyuan from a famous family.

Did she think she had already won?
She might not know that Chen Lingchen's reputation as a tyrant was never spread during the day.

……

The moon and stars were sparse outside, and Chen Ling's heavy robe was flying like a cloud melting into the night.

Yan Yuan followed behind her, and suddenly found that his figure was different from the thin boy in her memory.His shoulders have broadened a lot, and his figure is tall and upright. Now it is impossible for her to grab his collar and drag him away.

What a pity.

Yan Yuan looked at his shoulder and thought.

There is no trace of her memory on him anymore.

Rounding up, it is equivalent to not knowing.

She followed Chen Lingchen aimlessly like this, watching him choose one of the more than a dozen tents that extended to the side, opened the curtain and walked in, waving at the guards in the tent.Those guards instantly understood, saluted, and went out without even making a sound.

It's pretty smart.

Yan Yuan hooked the corner of her mouth behind him.

The three luxury tents in the middle of the camp were a cover-up, and the dozen or so tents outside were where he really planned to sleep tonight.Right now, all the guards have already entered their respective tents, so, except for the two guards who were sent out just now, even their own people can't be sure which tent the emperor is sleeping in tonight.

The lights in the tent were like beans.

Chen Ling took off the cloak around him, and turned to look at Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly came to her senses and stepped forward to take the cloak in his hand.

The inside of the cloak is still a pure black brocade coat. Under the candlelight, you can vaguely see the faint dark lines of gold on it, and the gold and black brocade complement each other.

Chen Ling unbuttoned it and took off his robe, revealing the dark red shirt inside.

Then he handed the robe to Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Chen Ling raised his head deeply, with warm eyebrows and eyes: "Why, does the queen have no intention of serving Gu?"

Yan Yuan shook her head, lowered her head and took his coat.

She saw that the wrist he stretched out in front of him was thin and white, with bony fingers, and there were faint lines like auspicious clouds on the dark red cuffs.After all, she couldn't help it... she was a little nervous.

It's not like she hasn't seen a man take off his clothes.Although she was already very cautious in the military camp back then, and Shangfeng took a lot of care of her, but after all, she was a bunch of people wallowing in the mud.The first thing they did when they returned from victory was to strip off their clothes and rush into the pond, like a pack of wild dogs.

She's gotten used to it the more she sees it.

But none of them were Chen Lingchen.

Unlike him, who undresses so... slowly.

The movements were so gentle that one could hear the sound of fingertips slicing across the brocade.

"Queen?" Chen Ling's deep voice came.

Yan Yuan came back to her senses, only to realize that she had been standing holding someone else's clothes for a long time, she was suddenly embarrassed, and quickly hung the clothes on the hanger.The moment she let go, she suddenly remembered something that she had left behind a long time ago:

There are injuries on her body.

Not just one place.

Those scars are not the ones that can be made by ordinary bumps and bumps, especially the cut on the left shoulder, which almost runs through her shoulder. How to explain it can be convincing. This is an injury that a daughter of the Hou Fu can have. ?
……How to do?
Yan Yuan felt uneasy in her heart, and unknowingly, a cold sweat broke out on her back.

There was a rustling sound behind him, probably the sound of Chen Ling taking off his coat.

Yan Yuan didn't dare to look back, she stood in front of the hanger like a log.

After a while, Chen Ling's deep and slow voice sounded from behind her: "Is the queen planning to hang herself on the hanger tonight?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Cold sweat drenched his body, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

For the present plan, he can only take one step at a time, his clothes may not need to be taken off, he may not be able to see clearly under the candle, and Chen Lingshen may not be able to see clearly because of his heavy travel today, so he may not... really have that idea.

It's a big deal and then think of other ways to scare him away and make him lose interest in her completely. It's better once and for all.

Yan Yuan made up her mind, and quickly calmed down.

She mustered up the courage to turn around, expecting to see Chen Lingchen in disheveled clothes, but found that he hadn't taken off the last coat, and spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone under the candle, and he didn't know when Where and who sent in the documents.

The candlelight was dim, and Chen Ling bowed his head in front of the case. The red clothes on his body were like blood, which made his exposed skin paler.

He picked up the pen and wrote for a while, then raised his head and said calmly: "Why, the queen is not willing to serve the pen and ink for Gu?"

Yan Yuan was stunned: "...pen and ink?"

Chen Ling said solemnly: "Grind the ink, pick a candle."

He looked at Yan Yuan with gloomy eyes, and even his voice dragged a little bit slower: "Otherwise what does the queen think?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Thought it was your uncle.

……

Yan Yuan's heart gradually sank back into her stomach, grinding her teeth while grinding ink.

Chen Lingchen did it on purpose.

Yan Yuan was very sure that she must have accidentally set it up just now, ruining his chance to have a romantic relationship with Song Wan'er, so he held a grudge and deliberately set up a trap to embarrass her.

He has always been like this, he has a small belly, he will take revenge, and he has a vicious mouth. If he is not happy at all, he will not let others have a chance to be happy.

After so many years, I really haven't made any progress.

The only unsolvable thing is...

Yan Yuan looked at Chen Ling's fair neck behind Chen Ling's ears, and her eyes slid down to his shoulders, her brows frowned:
It was much colder in the mountains than in the palace. If the purpose of undressing was to lure her into the game, why did he still not put on his clothes now that the purpose of humiliation had been achieved?

Obviously, the ears are already red from the cold.

Not only his ears, but his writing fingers were originally bony and pale, and now they have turned a little blue from the cold.

But he still looked calm, as if he didn't feel the cold.

Could it be that he was too engrossed in reading the documents?
Once Yan Yuan was bitten by a snake, she would hate to see others suffer from the cold.

She thought for a while, then took off the cloak on the hanger, and walked behind him to cover him.After all, it would be unlucky to die of wind and cold instead of being killed by an assassin.

But before the cloak in his hand touched Chen Lingchen's shoulder, he stretched out his hand to block it.

"No need." Chen Ling said calmly.

"..."

All right, don't force it.

Yan Yuan hung the clothes on the hanger again.

The moment she was about to turn back, she heard a slight sound from the top of the tent, as if some sharp knife had cut the silk.

The sound was only a little bit, but it didn't escape Yan Yuan's ears.

If Chen Ling was not by her side, she might choose to directly draw the bow and shoot the arrows to shoot the things off the roof.

But today is different.

At least not now.

Yan Yuan turned her head and looked at Chen Ling with a serious face.

She can't do it directly, and she can't let him know that she has a feeling. She needs to stay by his side as much as possible, and be a loyal and patriotic mushroom.

(End of this chapter)