This queen is not too curly

Chapter 42 Crying, she pretended
The candles go out.

Everything was silent in the military tent.

In the chaos, there was a "ding" sound that seemed to be colliding with blades, followed by heavy and chaotic breathing resounding through the military tent, and a distressed voice yelled: "Enough!"

What is enough?
In the darkness, Yan Yuan stood where she was for a long time before she regained her breath.

Then the candles were lit again, and the tent was lit up again.

Yan Yuan saw the man in black with gentle eyes standing beside her.

At the last moment, he blocked a knife for her. The knife should have crippled her arm, but now it only slightly scratched her clothes.

The man in black tore off his mask in front of Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan froze slightly when she saw his face, and recognized him as the guard at the gate of Qianzheng Hall.

The guard saluted Chen Ling behind her: "Your Majesty, forgive me, my subordinate..."

Chen Ling's eyes were heavy, but he didn't speak.

The heart of the man in black sank to the ground bit by bit.

He was ordered to assassinate tonight, and according to the original plan, he would leave a wound on Yan Yuan's body.The wound is not enough to cause death, but it allows the Holy One to see her truest reaction.

But can she really stand a knife?
He still remembered how she stood under the plane tree.

She was wearing a goose-yellow dress, with pale lips that would obviously curl up when the wind blows, like a bird in winter, so weak that it seemed that even the sun could melt her.

He shouldn't have looked at her.

But the sun was too warm in those few days, and he was always sleepy. Although others couldn't see it, his peripheral vision still drifted away, and fell on a dead leaf above the girl's head under the plane tree.

Only for a short while, and only a small leaf.

But it made him a little soft-hearted today.

It also made him forget what kind of tyrant the person he served was.

"Subordinates should die."

He knew that he might not survive.

Despair gradually eroded the body, the man in black knelt down in front of the emperor, raised the blade in his hand, and pointed the blade at his neck.

"and many more."

In the corner of the tent, a crying voice sounded.

Yan Yuan wiped her tears with her sleeve, and the scent of the medicine on the sleeve entered her eyes and nose, her eyes turned red into walnuts immediately: "Your Majesty... what happened, did the concubine almost..."

She swallowed the last word back into her stomach.

Tears burst out of her eyes instantly, her body limply collapsed on the ground, she raised her finger as if mustering up her courage, pointed at the man in black and cried: "It's him...he wants to kill my concubine, Your Majesty, you want to be my concubine!" call the shots..."

The man in black widened his eyes, and quickly lowered his head again.

Yes.

She is a weak girl, and the situation of escaping from death may have already scared her courage, so how can she tell what happened just now?Can't recognize life-saving and life-killing, it's a very normal thing.

It's ok.

He looked at her and thought, he was going to die anyway.

However, Chen Lingchen unexpectedly did not speak.He lowered his eyelashes, not knowing what to think.When he looked up, the gloomy look had disappeared a lot, and there was even a faint smile in his eyes.

He walked to Yan Yuan's side, squatted down in front of her, and stretched out his fingertips to brush her messy hair.

"A misunderstanding." Chen Ling said softly, "I'm not afraid."

"……Misunderstand?"

"There are often assassins who go out of the palace every year, so after nightfall, there are guards in black, guarding the roof."

Yan Yuan's eyes were full of tears: "But why did they kill the concubines..."

Chen Ling's deep gaze fell on Yan Yuan's shoulder.

There was a tear in the goose-yellow dress, revealing the plain white tunic underneath. If the man in black didn't fend off the knife, or if the knife was a little faster, the damage would be far more than just the clothes.

Chen Ling curled the corners of his lips, and wrote lightly, "Probably I have identified the wrong person."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan: Misunderstanding your uncle.

Yan Yuan cursed from the bottom of her heart, naturally she couldn't show even half of it on her face.She was still the cowardly daughter of the Hou family, even if she heard the absurd and perfunctory explanation, she did not dare to say a word of doubt.

She bowed her head, sobbing.

She would have drooped her ears if she could.

Before Chen Lingchen could speak, Yan Yuan cried even louder.While crying, she mumbled "Dad, Mom and Dad", shivering and shrunk into a ball on the ground. At this time, she was not Zhong Gong, but a little girl who was frightened.

But Chen Lingchen still didn't make a sound.

He seemed to have found something interesting, with a gleam of interest in his eyes, he stood beside her and looked at her.

How long will he have to cry before he believes it?

Yan Yuan felt that her body had no strength. She ran and howled and cried, but now she was really tired.Just when she thought that the night might have to end in a coma, she heard the slight friction of silk brocade.

The next moment, a cold touch spread across her forehead.

It was Chen Lingchen's fingertips.

It fell gently on her forehead.

Like a dragonfly pointing across the lake, ice jade points down, and the coolness floats away like water waves.

"Its daybreak."

Chen Ling's deep voice resounded.

Yan Yuan was a little dizzy, at first she didn't understand what he meant, but when she turned her head and saw the skylight falling from the cracks in the tent, she realized that the night had passed.

The earlier confusion was picked up high, but put down gently.

Chen Lingshen handed over the man in black to Yan Yuan's hair, which was probably his attitude of giving in.Yan Yuan led him out of the tent slowly, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the sky light appearing in the distance.

She guessed she was probably safe.

In the end, Chen Lingshen was already scheming. He took her out of the palace, invited her into the account, and prepared for this assassination with all his heart. He just wanted to test whether she was pretending or not. Yes with reservations.

And she chose to give it a go.

And the bet won.

That dog should not be suspicious for the time being.

"Mother--"

In the twilight of the morning sun, Ruan Zhu hurried over with Xiao Yu and Chen Niang.With anxious expressions on their faces, they rushed to Yan Yuan, and asked repeatedly: "How are you, ma'am?" ..."

Amidst the chatter, Chen Niang didn't speak.

She looked at Yan Yuan, stretched out her hand to touch the opening of her left shoulder, and hesitated to speak.

Yan Yuan suddenly understood that what Chen Niang was worried about was the wound on her left shoulder. She was worried that she would go to bed and serve the bed, and that she would have to take off her clothes, and Chen Lingchen would see the scar.

She shook her head towards Chen Niang, telling her with actions, no.

Chen Niang was taken aback: "...nothing?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Of course he didn't take off his clothes!
Before Yan Yuan could explain, she was interrupted by Xiaoyu's voice: "Mother, who is he?"

Xiaoyu pointed at the man in black with curiosity on his face.

The face of the man in black was still bluish gray.He was originally extremely tall, but now his body is hunched, like a big dog in the rain, and he raised his head in a daze when he heard the sound:

"Sinful minister...Qiu Yu, please give me... death."

His voice was hoarse, sounding like a broken vat.

Yan Yuan looked at him and felt that he had lost half of his vitality.He probably felt that he was bound to die. Even if Chen Lingshen let him go, the Dingbeihou Mansion would not spare the life of anyone who assassinated her.

She thought for a while and said softly to him, "Thank you just now."

If it wasn't for him just now, she might only have one hand left now.

Qiu Yu was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly his eyes widened.He couldn't believe his ears, let alone his judgment, she...know?She actually knew? ? ?
Qiu Yu was still in a daze, but Yan Yuan had already bypassed him and walked slowly towards another tent.She was so tired, both mentally and physically, it was like a dry well, she had to get a good night's sleep, otherwise she would not be able to persist in the imperial mausoleum.

At that time, the sun rose, and Chuyang pulled out countless golden threads, shining on the earth.

No one noticed that in the distant forest, a dark arrow pierced through the clouds and shot straight at Yan Yuan's back.

"Miss, be careful!"

Yan Yuan heard a scream, turned around but only saw Qiu Yu's figure like a flying swallow in the light and shadow, and flew behind her in an instant, followed by a dull sound of broken silk, Qiu Yu went straight fell in front of her.

Yan Yuan:!
The change happened so fast that before everyone had time to react, countless arrows were shot at the camp, like a rain of arrows, falling mightily.

Xiaoyu screamed: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty—"

Yan Yuan had already squatted down in the confusion, and probed the blood around Qiu Yu's neck before she raised her head and said to them, "Hide behind the tent, don't enter the tent!"

She dragged Qiu Yu's collar back, hid behind the nearby tent, squatted down again, broke the arrow on his back with all her strength, and told Xiao Yu and the others without raising her head:

"Don't run around, don't make a sound, and try to stand behind the pillars of the tent."

"Chen Niang, you brought a hemostat..."

Before Yan Yuan finished speaking, she suddenly felt her back burning, as if something was watching her from behind.

Startled in her heart, she turned her head slowly, and suddenly fell into a pair of deep pupils.

It was Chen Lingchen.

……

(End of this chapter)