This queen is not too curly

Chapter 58 The queen is shy?

It's all the fault of the dog emperor, Chen Lingchen!

Yan Yuan walked out of Qiu Yu's room, looked up at the sky, the sun outside had already set, the sky was full of sunset, and she felt sleepy every time the wind blew.

So sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy.

But the dog emperor's convoy will probably return soon, right?

Yan Yuan yawned and thought, if she returns immediately, she will probably fall down on the road.

"Ma'am? How's it going?"

Chen Niang saw Yan Yuan's figure and came up to meet her.

Yan Yuan nodded towards Chen Niang: "He agreed."

Chen Niang was overjoyed: "Really? That's great!"

It was indeed a surprise from heaven.

Before that, she and Luo Yuyi had exhausted their means, and Luo Yuyi even asked the holy majesty for his will, and promised him all the fame and wealth, but that Qiu Yu was like a stone, and he didn't say a word mouth.

I really didn't expect, after the empress persuaded, it turned out to be better!

Chen Niang felt relieved, and immediately set off to find Luo Ziqiu.Since he agreed to cut off his finger, it would be better if this matter could be dealt with in the imperial mausoleum.

Yan Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief, dragged her heavy body, and returned to her room in a lifeless manner.

In the room, Ruan Zhu had already put a bucket full of hot water, and was adding herbs to it.When she saw Yan Yuan enter the room, she greeted repeatedly: "Your Majesty, are you tired, take a dip in the medicinal bath and get a good night's sleep."

Yan Yuan was at a loss: "Is there still time?"

She had heard it said a long time ago that in previous years, no matter how late the sacrifice was, Chen Lingchen would not stay in the imperial mausoleum.

Now that the sun is about to set, the team must be ready. Does she still have a vacuole medicine bath?

Ruan Zhu swiped the water with his palm and said, "Past years are previous years, and this year is this year."

Yan Yuan: "?"

Ruan Zhu laughed, his eyes and brows blossomed: "Your Majesty knew that the Empress hadn't slept all night, and he prayed for the ancestors of the emperor. He specially planned to stay in the palace for one more night, so that the empress can rest well."

Yan Yuan was stunned.

That's good news.

But did Chen Ling really have such good intentions when he sank him?

He wouldn't plan to attack at night and find a chance to kill her, right?

Yan Yuan hesitated at the same place, Ruan Zhu had already stepped forward to take off Yan Yuan's coat, and said while doing it: "The water is getting cold, your lady, let's soak in it quickly, don't catch cold."

The clothes were stripped off one by one, leaving only the last obscene garment.

Yan Yuan blocked Ruan Zhu's hand: "I'll do it myself."

Ruan Zhu was stunned, and immediately laughed out loud: "Your Majesty, the servant is a woman, and she is a female historian in the Majesty's palace, so it doesn't matter."

She insisted: "No need, I'm not used to it."

Ruan Zhu smiled and wanted to persuade him again, but just as he stretched out his hand, Yan Yuan took a step back.

Yan Yuan still insisted: "It's really not necessary."

Her hands gripped her neckline tightly.

Ruan Zhu looked at her with loving eyes.

Seeing her mother's hand tightly holding the neckline, her heart became softer and softer.

Young and green, she is really cute that is rarely seen in the palace.

Ruan Zhu's eyes were too hot, Yan Yuan felt uncomfortable all over her body, she said with difficulty: "I can do it myself, can you temporarily..."

Don't stay here?
Ruan Zhu nodded, and finally stopped fighting.

She smiled and said, "Yes, the servants are temporarily retreating."

Ruan Zhu opened the bead curtain and went out, turned around before leaving, and silently said: "Actually, there is no need for embarrassment, the clothes worn by imperial concubine Xu in the past are much cooler than what the empress is now."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan waited on the spot for a while, making sure that Ruan Zhu would not turn back, then slowly took off her clothes and stepped into the tub.

She immersed her whole body in the water, and slowly groped her fingertips along the skin, and pressed her fingertips when she encountered any unevenness.

In fact, Ruan Zhu misunderstood.

She wasn't too shy to ask someone to wait for her to take a bath.

It's just that this body has too many wounds, and she can't explain the source of those wounds to outsiders, let alone let others know that her name was Ning Bai.

Those pasts have been dead for a long, long time.

If it is really found out, maybe it will be accused of deceiving the emperor.

Since Ruan Zhu thought she was ashamed to meet people, it would be fine if she continued to misunderstand like this.

……

Yan Yuan got into bed and fell into a deep sleep after taking the medicinal bath.

On the other side of the palace, Song Wan'er held a cup of cooked venison, gently pushed open the door of the emperor's room, and walked in lightly.

In the room, Chen Lingchen really leaned on the couch to rest.

Song Wan'er didn't dare to disturb, and gently put the venison on the coffee table beside him.

The porcelain cup fell on the wood, making an extremely subtle sound.

Chen Ling opened his eyes.

Song Wan'er took advantage of the situation and saluted Yingying, and said softly: "Did the concubine disturb His Majesty?"

Chen Ling shook his head heavily, and stretched out his fingertips to press the center of his brow.

He just couldn't fall asleep completely.

Just now he was just taking a nap with his eyes closed, even though he was disturbed, it was not disturbing at all.

Song Wan'er looked at his words and saw that Chen Lingchen seemed to be in a good mood today, so he got up and brought the venison to Chen Lingchen.

"The venison stewed in the kitchen is crispy and soft. It is the most invigorating. Would you like to have a taste?"

Song Wan'er raised her eyes, her eyelashes curled up, and her pupils were full of light.

She is still the concubine Xu with all kinds of charms, but she is still a little different from the past. She cried several times in the room this afternoon, so now her eyelids are a little red.

She covered up some of the swelling with powder, but left the redness under her eyes specially to make herself look tired and pitiful.

Chen Ling closed his eyelids slightly, tapped Song Wan'er's eyelashes with his fingertips, and said in a low voice:

"Cried?"

Song Waner blinked, and the circles of her eyes were red again.

She lowered her head abruptly, her breath trembling slightly: "It's okay, my concubine... I'm not sad anymore."

Song Waner was indeed not sad anymore.

Last night, she thought that God was helping her, and that damned fierce rabbit ran out of the palace. Yan Yuan really did as she expected, and took the opportunity to go to the Houshan Hot Spring, but did not return overnight.

Chen Lingchen has never been a soft-hearted person. If his secret is broken, he will never let Yan Yuan see the morning sun.

She thought that she would never have to see Yan Yuan again.But she never expected that Yan Yuan would come back intact when the sun rose.

She was disappointed.

But I didn't expect that it was just the beginning.

At that time, there were only two hours left before the auspicious time predicted by the mage.

She had been bathing and fasting since before dawn, and had packed all her luggage for the sacrifice of the imperial mausoleum. When she was about to go out, she was stopped at the door by Chen Lingchen's personal guards.

Shocked, she asked them why.

But the personal guards just repeated over and over again that the imperial concubine was forbidden to stay in the room by the order of the saint.

But if she didn't go, who would go to the imperial mausoleum to offer sacrifices?
If she didn't go, who would be by his side?
It could only be the daughter of Yan Hou.

She smashed the mirror in the room, overturned all the bottles and jars on the dressing table, and drove all the court ladies and eunuchs who were begging for mercy out of the room.

until dusk comes.

She finally waited for the new news from the sacrificial ceremony:

During the sacrificial ceremony, a commotion and massacre unexpectedly occurred.

……

Song Wan'er used a thin skewer to slowly remove the fascia attached to the venison.

She was very careful, just like what she did before the sick bed, to remove the residue of medicine left in the medicine bowl for Chen Lingchen.

At that time, her sister-in-law stood beside her and joked: "You guard a dying beggar, even if it is a good-looking beggar, what's the use? Do you want to marry him?"

She turned a deaf ear and slowly fed the thick medicine into his mouth spoon by spoon.

Later, the aunt sneered next to her: "Even if this person is dressed in extraordinary clothes, he may not survive. Even if he does survive, are you sure he will take you away?"

She lowered her head and said nothing, letting them sneer and sneer.

But the aunt didn't intend to let her go: "You are a young lady who has not left the court, and you are doing the work of serving men personally, have you never thought that your reputation will be lost?"

The aunt leaned over to her ear and said softly: "Have you ever thought about how you will live the rest of your life if he doesn't marry you?"

At that time, she was probably in the same state of mind.

Despair and hope intertwine.

The sharp knife of the soul debones and grinds the flesh, grinding it inch by inch.

"It's okay, I will."

At that time, she told her aunt and sister.

She is just a concubine from a county magistrate's family in a small border town. She was born without much possessions, so she is destined to be a gambler in this life.

Fortunately, she won the bet.

Chen Lingchen left the border, and not long after, the imperial decree from the imperial capital fell to her small town.

For the first time, a frontier town received an imperial decree.The county magistrate led all the officials and servants to accompany the imperial decree to her house, and knelt down in front of her.

That was the happiest time of her life.

The aunt and sister knelt down pale in front of her.

And she ascended to the sky in one step and became the Concubine Song Xu who surpassed ten thousand people.

……

That is a long time ago.

Song Wan'er picked up a piece of venison with a bamboo stick, brought it to Chen Lingshen's mouth, and said softly, "It's your Majesty's wish. Your Majesty doesn't want my concubine to be in danger. My concubine... is very happy."

In fact, she was relieved when she heard the news of the massacre.

She knew that Yan Yuan was just a banner planted on the battlefield today.

Chen Lingshen didn't care whether the flag would fall, but he grounded her and didn't let her go out, worrying that she would be in danger.

Things didn't get too bad.

Chen Ling frowned deeply.

Song Wan'er understood, and put the venison back into the teacup.

She walked around behind Chen Lingchen, lightly pressed his temples with her pale fingertips, and rubbed them slowly.

"The concubine is with His Majesty tonight, Your Majesty can rest for a while."

Chen Ling was noncommittal.

But he didn't mean to drive her away.

Song Wan'er stood behind him, a silent smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

Her memory was messed up just now, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief until now.

She knew that she won the bet again.

Even though he is a tyrant in everyone's mouth, he can see that she has cried, and he will care about the reason for her crying. After all, he treats her differently from others.

So what if Yan Yuan didn't die?
So what if she accompanied her to the imperial mausoleum?

The Holy Majesty must have known some rumors that there would be such a bloody massacre at the sacrifice of the imperial tomb, so he deliberately left her in the room and let Yan Yuan go to cover her space.

His heart is still with her, isn't it?

So what if Yan Yuan is the queen?
Just like this Huangling sacrifice, she was nothing more than a target standing in front of her.

In the room, soothing incense curled up.

Song Wan'er's thoughts turned back and forth, but the strength in his hands was always soft and delicate.She gently pressed Chen Lingchen's temples, and Chen Lingchen's eyelashes naturally drooped and slowly closed.

Song Wan'er turned her ears slightly, looked at the stern and sharp profile of the emperor in front of her, and was distracted for a moment.

Her thoughts moved slightly.

His fingertips withdrew from Chen Lingchen's temples and hung in the air. After standing still for a while, they slowly approached Chen Lingchen's lapel.

Just before they touched each other, a cool breeze suddenly entered the room.

Song Wan'er raised her head and found that it was Luo Ziqiu who had entered the room.

There was a flash of sullenness in her eyes.

Luo Ziqiu is the emperor's confidant, and she never needs to be informed when entering the house. In the past few years, she has disturbed how much time she spent alone with the emperor.

At this time, Chen Lingchen hadn't woken up yet, Luo Ziqiu smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, moved his wide sleeves slightly, and silently saluted Song Wan'er.

Song Wan'er's face became even more gloomy.

Although he appeared to be courteous and thoughtful, he was arrogant and did not take her seriously at all.

back off.

Song Wan'er told Luo Ziqiu with her eyes.

Luo Ziqiu was indifferent.

He just moved a few steps to the incense burner, and with a slight sway of his wide sleeves, the Anshen cigarette changed a little in intensity in an instant.

Chen Ling on the couch opened his eyes.

"Ziqiu."

"Wei Chen is here."

Song Wan'er closed her eyes heavily, and when she opened them again, the anger in her eyes had disappeared.

She turned back into that gentle concubine Xu Gui, quietly lowering her head, and accompanied Chen Lingchen behind her.

Luo Ziqiu had a panoramic view of her changes. He was not interested in exposing her, but just smiled casually, and walked to Chen Lingchen's side.

Luo Ziqiu said, "Your Majesty, Qiu Yu's injury has stabilized."

Chen Ling raised his eyes deeply: "Isn't he unwilling to cut off his fingers?"

His bodyguards were not many, each one was carefully selected, and he naturally remembered the bodyguard named Qiu Yu.

After the guard blocked Yan Yuan's arrow, the toxin accumulated on his fingers, and he could only cut off his fingers to save his life, but he was unwilling.

Luo Ziqiu wanted to save the guard's life, and asked him for a lot of rewards, but nothing helped.

He still wants to die.

"I heard that it was Chen Niang who felt uneasy, so she went to ask Empress Empress."

"The empress is kind-hearted, grateful for the life-saving grace, and finally persuaded Qiu Yu to agree to cut off his fingers to survive."

The emperor's personal guards are all about skill and character, and no one is negotiable.

No one knows how the queen empress persuaded him, that hard-headed man who was unmoved by fame and wealth, was actually worn out so hard that he changed his mind.

This is really an interesting thing.

How on earth did she do it?

Luo Ziqiu's folding fan shook lightly, with faint doubts in the corners of his eyes: "I am also very surprised."

With the fan blowing, the smoke from the censer turned into curved clouds.

　Two chapters are also dropped today, little angels, don’t miss it, this chapter is Chapter 2~
　　
　
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