This queen is not too curly

Chapter 51 Confessions
The clothes on Yan Yuan's body were already half wet, her black hair was soaked by the heat of the hot spring, and even her eyes were wet, looking soft and pathetic.

"The concubine is very cold."

She brewed for a while, and then began to sell miserably:
"The hem of Chen Qie's skirt is wet, I want to go back to my room to change clothes."

Chen Ling stared at her deeply, and said slowly: "But Gu really wants to talk to the queen at night by candlelight. I wonder if the queen has any resentment towards Gu Xin and doesn't want to be with him?"

Of course there is!Very unwilling!

Yan Yuan shouted from the bottom of her heart, with a docile smile on her face: "No, no, it's a concubine's blessing to be close to His Majesty."

Chen Ling said softly: "It's cold in the middle of the night, it will be warmer when you enter the house."

Yan Yuan shook her head resolutely: "No need, it's good to chat here."

Chen Ling asked in a low voice, "Is the queen not cold anymore?"

Yan Yuan said: "It's not cold, it's not cold, the mountain breeze here is very refreshing."

Chen Ling said slowly, "Really?"

Chen Ling's deep gaze fell on Yan Yuan's drenched skirt with a hint of teasing.

Yan Yuan pretended not to see it, and shyly said: "The Holy Majesty has shown great care for my concubines, and my concubines are very grateful for the emperor's kindness, and my heart is warm, and suddenly it is not cold at all."

Chen Lingshen: "..."

Luo Ziqiu didn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

He was really sweating for her just now, worried that she would really follow him into the house, worried that her joy would be in vain, and that she would ruin his life in vain.

But obviously, he was overthinking.

The girl in front of me probably belongs to the loach family.

It looks warm and soft, but it is actually slippery and elusive.

She didn't want to go into the hut at all. At this moment, with her shoulders bent, she was obviously shivering from the cold, but she still cast a warm gaze on Chen Ling, and she didn't move half a step.

Could it be that she knows something?
With a thought in his mind, Luo Ziqiu quickly rejected his idea.

The mission of Huiqi's trip was top secret, and he brought the three corpses up the mountain without alarming anyone or any checkpoints. Even Chen Lingchen's personal guards didn't know about this trip, so how did she know it?

Maybe it was her fate after all.

Although Chen Lingchen hated Yan Zhou, he had no reason to kill Yan Yuan.

Luo Ziqiu smiled, and decided to help her again: "Your Majesty, there is a pavilion at a high place in front of you. Since your empress doesn't want to enter the house, why don't you sit there for a while."

……

The mountain wind is gentle in the dark night.

Yan Yuan tugged at the hem of her skirt, lowered her head and followed behind Chen Lingchen.

In fact, she is not unprepared for today's situation.After revealing her secrets for Qiu Yu's healing, she was ready to have a candid talk with Chen Lingchen and tell him her position.

But she didn't want to take the initiative to find him either.

This dog is suspicious by nature, if she takes the initiative to look for him, he will definitely be suspicious. Only when he is the hunter himself, can he reluctantly give a little trust.

So she has been waiting for an opportunity.

She took advantage of the opportunity to push Song Wan'er's boat, planned to break through the secret of Chen Lingchen tonight, planned to make herself a logical prey in his cage, and then took the opportunity to confess to him, and finally shook hands and made peace, reaching an agreement. future contract.

I thought that Chen Lingshen's secrets were nothing more than conspiring with a powerful official, or playing with Song Waner, or even keeping some actor and male favorite in the hot spring hut, which is not uncommon.

but didn't think...

Yan Yuan quietly looked back at the hut.

In the night, the window of the hut exudes a faint light, and its front and rear are firmly guarded.Yan Yuan didn't know whether those people were guarding their property or the house, but she was sure of one thing:
There must be rotting corpses in the hut.

The temperature here is not low, but it will take at least three or four days for the corpse to decompose until it smells bad, and Chen Ling and Shen Mingming only arrived at Yuting Mountain today.

So people cannot be killed by him.

The body should have died in the hut a few days ago, or it might have been transported from elsewhere.

But in the middle of the night, whose corpse did he come to the imperial mausoleum to see?
It can't be to dig up the imperial tomb, right?

Yan Yuan was shocked by her own thoughts, and didn't notice that Xiaoting was right in front of her eyes.She foolishly followed Chen Lingchen into the pavilion, and when the wind blew, she came back to herself in a daze.

There is a stone table in the small pavilion, and a set of teacups are placed on the stone table.

"Sit." Chen Ling said softly.

Yan Yuan sat down hesitantly.

She lowered her head, and from the corner of her eye, she saw four red silk lanterns lit on the edge of the small pavilion. The lanterns moved with the wind, and the halos of light in the pavilion shone brightly and darkly against Chen Ling's face.

The plan to become prey seems to have succeeded.

It seems not.

Yan Yuan put her heart to one side, and asked him directly: "What do you want to talk about, Your Majesty?"

Chen Ling lowered his eyebrows and said nothing. He picked up the teapot with his fingertips and poured a cup of hot tea into the cup in front of Yan Yuan.

In the dim light, white mist curled up from the teacup.

Yan Yuan was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and still picked up the teacup and held it in her palm.

She was really cold, and her feet were already cold. At this time, a cup of hot tea could be said to be charcoal sent in the snow, but she still dared not drink it.

Chen Ling said lightly: "Talk about it, what is the queen thinking at the moment."

Yan Yuan stared at the steaming teacup in her hand, and said honestly, "I wonder if there is any poison in this cup of tea."

After all, it wasn't the first time he wanted to kill her.

Many times before, it was a close call, and she escaped only after touching Lord Yan's beard. If she was poisoned to death by this cup of hot tea today, she would be really wronged.

Probably because she didn't expect her to tell the truth, Chen Ling was slightly startled, and then said softly, "It's not poisonous, I won't kill you tonight."

Yan Yuan responded softly: "Oh."

Then she raised the teacup in her hand and took a small sip.

She found that the temperature of the tea was just right, so she raised her head and poured the hot tea down her throat without hesitation.

Chen Ling said slowly: "The one who lied to you is actually very poisonous."

Yan Yuan: "..."

With a blank expression on her face, Yan Yuan poured another cup of tea for herself, and lowered her head to eat a lot.

Chen Ling hooked the corner of his mouth deeply: "Why, is the queen so sure that Gu will not poison the tea?"

Yan Yuan shook her head: "Not sure."

Chen Ling said seriously: "Then why?"

Yan Yuan was silent for a while before seriously saying: "Because if Your Majesty wants to kill the concubine, even if the concubine does not drink this cup of tea, it is impossible for the concubine to find another way to survive."

"In that case, why enter the palace?"

"Because I want to live."

"It's just a piece of grass, if Yan Hou wants it, why do you need to enter the palace in person?"

"But I'm still worried."

In the dark night, Yan Yuan said softly.

She knew that her words were not convincing.

The conspiracy between the father and the queen mother is to take what they need, the father is in the dark, and the queen mother wants to rule.And she is the only daughter of Marquis Dingbei, and their alliance originally did not require her to enter the palace in person to pay the price of this conflict of interests.

If there is no other purpose, how is it possible?
But she had to win his trust tonight.

Yan Yuan gently put down the teacup, looked directly into Chen Ling's eyes: "Is Your Majesty afraid of pain?"

Chen Lingshen was noncommittal, but just stared at her with serious eyes.

Yan Yuan didn't really want his answer, she looked down at the little Yan Yuan reflected in the teacup, and said softly:

"Actually, I'm not too afraid of pain."

"I was naughty when I was a child, always bumped and bumped, and never felt pain."

"But every time I cry, my father will grant me a wish, so I can cry as much as I can."

"Later, I had more and more wishes, and my father asked me to write down my wishes. I often cried while grinding ink and writing."

Her habit of crying out for pain was probably left over from that time.

At that time, she was still young, and she didn't know the meaning behind her father's handwritten wish list request. Whenever she felt a little uncomfortable, she would finish writing the wish list according to her father's request, and then go to him crying to fulfill it.

Most of the time, she is actually bluffing.

Suffering three points of pain, crying into seven points of movement, making twelve points of demands.

Daddy never broke through her.

It's just that after finishing exchanging the wish list, he stroked her head and softly boasted: "Yuan'er's hairpin lowercase is written more and more neatly and generously."

Trapped in her own memories, Yan Yuan lowered her head and smiled.

"At that time, I was young after all, and didn't understand the meaning of my father's wish list."

"So next time I will make persistent efforts, cry louder, and write longer and longer wish lists."

Chen Lingshen: "..."

Later, her memory was not very good, so Yan Yuan slowly restrained her smile.

"Later, I got seriously ill. The doctor said that I might not survive. She asked me to write a letter home to my father."

Yan Yuan raised her head and asked Chu Lingchen softly, "Your Majesty, do you know what is written in the letter I wrote to my father?"

Chen Ling lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Wish list?"

Yan Yuan shook her head: "I gave him a blank sheet of paper."

The whole body is cold and enters the viscera.

The stinging pain went deep into every inch of bone marrow.

At that time, she was lying on the bed, so painful that she didn't even dare to breathe. When she lifted the pen, she knew that when she was really sick, she couldn't write at all, and she couldn't even cry when she wanted to cry.

She sent her father a blank sheet of paper.

Eight hundred miles away.

Her father appeared at her bedside that night, half of his hair was gray overnight.

Yan Yuan sighed, and then asked Chu Lingchen: "Your Majesty, do you know what people hate the most when they are sick?"

Chen Ling said seriously: "Hate the sky for being unfair?"

Yan Yuan shook her head: "I hate myself for not being able to die."

She paused for a while, then whispered, "I don't want to experience that kind of pain again in my life."

In the small pavilion, the dim candlelight reflected Yan Yuan's pale face.

The vain voice is soaked in the night, like morning mist and dewdrops, falling on the fingertips of people.

"This life is not easy to come by. I just want to live longer."

"Whether your Majesty believes it or not, I entered the palace... really only for matters related to old injuries."

"I, my father, and the queen mother are not in the same way."

"I...have no plans for His Majesty."

……

The tea in the kiosk was completely cold after all.

Yan Yuan didn't know if she had convinced him, but she had already explained to him what she could and couldn't say tonight.

She has already sold her heart out to this point, if this bastard continues to go crazy, she may... really have no way out.

Fortunately, he was just silent.

Yan Yuan asked him to resign on her own, and ran away while he was in a daze.

Yan Yuan: "Your Majesty, it's getting late..."

Chen Ling said calmly: "Is the queen really not going to the hut to talk to Gu Yi?"

Yan Yuan's hands trembled, and she repeatedly declined: "No need, no need."

She can't afford to mess with the things in the cabin.

Chen Ling smiled deeply, his eyes were dark: "Forget it, there will be a chance to meet each other."

Yan Yuan couldn't understand what he said, but she could understand "it doesn't matter." She breathed a long sigh of relief, fearing that Chen Ling would regret it, so she hurriedly saluted: "The concubine bid farewell."

The night was dark, and the lantern she had brought had fallen by the hot spring when she came.

Standing on tiptoe, she plucked a lantern from the side of the kiosk, and broke off a dead wood branch from a bush beside the road, and put them together, and there was a new lantern.

Holding the lamp, Yan Yuan couldn't wait to leave the pavilion.

The creepy smell was still there as we passed the cabin.She shouldn't have stayed, but for some reason, her chest felt a little stuffy, and the hand holding the dead branch trembled a little, so she finally slowed down.

Is it still too cold?

Yan Yuan thought to herself.

She had already walked more than ten steps, but she still looked back in a strange way, and for some reason, Chen Lingchen's words "we will meet each other" sounded in her ears, and goose bumps all over her body suddenly appeared.

Forget it.

Can't be bothered.

Yan Yuan held the lantern and left the hut without looking back.

……

In the small pavilion, Chen Ling poured himself a cup of tea, and then slowly raised his eyes, his eyes drifting towards the mountainside.

The little red light on the mountainside is like a star in the dark night, stop and go in the darkness, just look at its posture, it is not difficult to imagine the appearance of its owner groping the mountain road at this moment.

Swallow slowly.

stop and go.

Like a snail stretching out its tentacles cautiously.

It only needs a little scare, and it will hug its head and get into the bulky shell.

Chen Lingchen just watched the little red dot get farther and farther away, until he could no longer see it, then he looked away, and then frowned in disgust:

"madness."

(End of this chapter)