This queen is not too curly

Chapter 7 Entering the Palace
Yan Yuan entered the palace in a light rainy weather.

She was not a person who was entangled, since she decided to enter the palace, she was like a real bride who was waiting to be married, she stayed in her embroidery room in an orderly manner, and never took a step out of the door.

In this way, half a month passed peacefully, and finally the auspicious day came.

On that day, bright red brocade satin was hung all over the Hou Mansion. Yan Yuan was wearing a wedding gown with a hijab on her head, and was helped into the carriage by the palace staff.

After a long time, the majestic palace gate finally appeared in Yan Yuan's vision.

"Young lady, we are here, please get off the car and get on the sedan chair."

The palace man's shrill voice sounded.

The waiter raised the curtain of the car, and Yan Yuan raised her eyes to see the scene in front of her.

She saw a few dozen steps away from the car, there was an intricately decorated sedan chair parked at the gate of the palace.The bridal sedan chair is bright red and luxurious, and the dark palace gate behind it stands tall and awe-inspiring. At first glance, it looks like a small flower blooming on the side of a bloody mouth.

"My lady, please."

The palace man bowed and urged again.

Yan Yuan came back to her senses, she got out of the carriage with her head down, and took off the hijab on her head.

The bridal sedan chair wandered into the palace gate, and after an unknown amount of time, Yan Yuan got off the bridal sedan chair with the help of the palace servants.

She walked forward slowly with the hijab on her head, listening to the courtly music all the way, except for the court skirt woven with gold thread, there was only an inch of space under her feet.Just like this, after going through countless red tapes, the palace man who led the way finally stopped.

The surrounding music gradually stopped, and soon there was the sound of kneeling and saluting:
"Congratulations, Your Majesty—"

The hall was so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained.

Yan Yuan heard the slight sound of footsteps approaching from far away, and slowly approached her.

A moment later, a hand with distinct phalanx reached out into her field of vision.

Yan Yuan looked at that hand.

She wasn't sure how much memory the emperor had of her figure or appearance, so she deliberately softened her voice, and bowed slightly to salute: "My daughter Yan Yuan, see Your Majesty."

Yan Yuan's knee did not touch the ground, but her wrist was lifted by a soft force.

A moment later, a warm voice sounded above her head: "Queen please get up."

After the ceremony, the emperor's hand was still hanging in the air.

Yan Yuan thought for a while, then gently placed her fingertips on his palm, and a warm feeling spread from her fingertips in an instant.

It's been a long time.

Yan Yuan said softly in her heart.

The wedding ceremony of the Tian family in the state of Jin is almost the same as that of the folks. The bride has to cover her head with a vermilion scarlet and complete the marriage with her husband's family. This is an old practice that has been inherited for hundreds of years.But it is different from the folks. After the royal family married a wife and performed the old rituals, the emperor would remove the bride's hijab on the spot in the palace, receive the treasure as a queen, and be worshiped by all officials.

Yan Yuan was held by hand and walked down the long steps in the main hall. Before reaching the throne, she was arranged to kneel down again and listened to the long edict read out by the palace servants.

"Kin this-"

"Give——The Queen's Book of Treasures—"

After finally waiting for the cliché to come to an end, the palace servant helped Yan Yuan up, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the Holy Empress on her wedding, Your Majesty can lift the bride's hijab."

Yan Yuan quietly took a deep breath, her heart hanging in her throat:

Chen Ling asked him... Will he remember her appearance?
How much will you remember?
Yan Yuan is not sure.

She didn't really have a choice.

She could only watch helplessly as the bony hand reached her eyes, and then lifted her hijab inch by inch.

The moment she was about to reveal her eyes, that hand stopped suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, a panic cough sounded beside her: "Ahem..."

At that time, everything in the hall was silent, and everyone was waiting for the final ceremony, but the sound of coughing fell like a shower.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" The palace man's uneasy voice sounded, "Do you want to invite the imperial doctor?"

Yan Yuan watched as the hand retracted again, and then a panting voice sounded beside her: "Mother, Queen Mother, Erchen...Erchen is not feeling well...cough cough...I'm afraid I can't... ..."

He spoke intermittently, coughing more and more intensely, as if he wanted to cough up all the organs in his body.

"Blood...is blood!"

"Quick, go get the imperial doctor—!"

All of a sudden, everyone in the hall ran in a panic, and the hall was in a mess.

Yan Yuan stood there motionless.

With her head covered, she could only see the square inch of her feet, as if she had been cut off from the whole world.

I don't know how long it took before I heard footsteps approaching the hall again, followed by the voice of the palace servants: "Empress Dowager Yizhi, Your Majesty's dragon body is not in good health, today's banquet will be excused, all ministers and workers please go ahead Go back home and wait for the next day—"

Half of the civil and military officials had already turned pale with fright, and they all ran away when they heard the decree, as if they had received a savior.

As a result, only Yan Yuan, who was in a daze, was left in the whole hall, and that book treasure lying on the stairs in a miserable state.

The palace man lowered his head, carefully picked up the treasure, put it in the brocade box, then turned his head and said to Yan Yuan carefully: "Your Majesty, he is still in the Imperial Hospital. The Empress Dowager, please... first look back at Shu Gong for a while. Rest, Shengjia will be here later."

He considered every word, and beads of sweat squeezed out from his forehead.

The person in front of her has already finished her ceremony with His Majesty, and she is a justifiable lord, but in this scene, if she has any anger in her heart, she can only turn it on him.

Yan Yuan still covered her head, and did not respond for a while.

The palace man said with difficulty: "Your Majesty..."

Yan Yuan finally realized that the empress was addressing herself, she was silent for a moment, and asked, "Then can I take off the hijab?"

The palace man was stunned, and after a long pause, he replied slowly: "Of course...of course, those are just folk customs."

Yan Yuan pulled off the hijab and smiled a little: "Then please ask the father-in-law to lead the way."

……

At that time, the sun had just set to the west, and the evening wind was blowing the shadows of the trees.

At that time, Yan Yuan didn't know what the palace population meant by "I'll be there later".

She walked out of the main hall following the footsteps of the palace people, got on the chariot that had been parked there long ago, walked slowly all the way to the decorated Wangshu Palace, and was sent into the bedroom surrounded by the palace people.

"My lady, please take a break."

The maids lighted the red candles in the room and quietly exited the bedroom.

Yan Yuan sat on the bed alone, watching the dragon and phoenix candles on the bed light up, slowly burning from the phoenix head to the phoenix tail, and never saw the figure of the emperor who was supposed to arrive later.

Could it be that the emperor is seriously ill?
Could it be that some old disease was left behind three years ago?
This idea only lasted for a moment, and soon Yan Yuan frowned and rejected her own idea:
When she met him back then, he had indeed suffered some injuries, but obviously nothing serious.Later, after she dragged him out of the cave, he accidentally suffered from snow blindness, so she made a mistake and made a raft, and dragged him on the snowfield for three days and three nights... and later, she met the mountain patrol the servants.

He was fine from the beginning to the end, even his mind was clear, and there was no serious injury that could not be cured.

But no matter what, the emperor never appeared.

Yan Yuan didn't want to sleep at first, but she was very sleepy after traveling all day, so she fell asleep without knowing it.

When she woke up, there was already a court lady kneeling beside the bed.

"Your Majesty, Jin'an." The maids' faces were all pale, and their voices were trembling.

Yan Yuanku waited all night, only to feel that her body was completely cold, and her fingertips were frozen. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and asked them, "What time is it?"

The maid who took the lead knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "Go back to your mother, it's time."

It's dawn.

Yan Yuan rubbed her frozen fingertips, turned her head to look out the window, and sure enough, it was already blue sky and daylight outside the window.

She casually asked the maid: "Did the sage not come last night?"

"...Go back to your mother, yes."

All the maids in front of the bed curled up, like a nest of rabbits that haven't been slaughtered yet.Yan Yuan found it interesting, and couldn't bear to embarrass them, so she got out of bed, bypassed them, went straight to the dressing table, and took off the heavy phoenix crown.

The maids came to their senses and helped Yan Yuan remove the hairpin from her head.

Yan Yuan looked in the mirror, she felt refreshed gradually, she felt refreshed, and she was reluctant to put on those makeup powders on her face.

So she thought for a while and asked softly: "Is the Holy Majesty seriously ill? But recuperating in the bedroom?"

She originally just wanted to find out about her condition, but who knew that the maid behind her would turn paler than before, and her fingertips trembled like a sieve: "Go back to your mother, Your Majesty, he...he went...to Concubine Xu's palace last night... ..."

Concubine Xu?
Yan Yuan was stunned.

Long before she entered the palace, she had known about this noble concubine Xu through her mouth.

Her name is Song Xuer, and she is the daughter of the county magistrate's family.

After she dragged the emperor out of the snow field, she passed out from exhaustion. When she woke up, she was already in the temporary hut where several guards patrolling the mountain lived. It is the father of this imperial concubine Xu.

Rounding things up, her Song family is indeed half of the emperor's savior.

It has long been heard that the emperor has a deep affection for this life-saving beauty, but the affection is so deep that he will spend the night in the imperial concubine's palace on the night after the seal... This kind of deep friendship will soon stir up waves in the previous court.

Yan Yuan lowered her head and said nothing.

The maids were even more frightened and dared not breathe.

They were terrified, lest the newly-promoted queen in front of them would vent their anger on their own heads, so they stood in a stalemate for a long time, and suddenly saw the queen squinting her eyes and yawning lazily.

"Let's eat first," she said.

The maid who took the lead couldn't react for a while, she hesitated and raised her head to look at Yan Yuan, and saw that the face of the master in front of her was calm, not only was there no hostility in her eyes looking at them, there was even a hint of embarrassment and embarrassment.

The palace maid couldn't help being stunned: "Your Majesty?"

Yan Yuan had to repeat again: "I'm hungry, can I prepare some food?"

The maid suddenly came back to her senses, and said again and again: "Yes... yes!"

……

In the time of a cup of tea, exquisite dishes are served in the hall of Wangshu Palace.

Yan Yuan had already changed into her regular clothes early and was waiting.

She was indeed hungry a long time ago, sitting at the table and feasting. She has always had a big appetite, and quickly ate up the breakfast on the table. When she looked up, she met the shocked eyes of the maids.

Beside her, the maidservant, Xiaoyu, who came late, drooped her head, twitched with red eyes: "Mother, take your time... Your Majesty will definitely come... Don't treat yourself like this, you will spoil yourself." Your body is not worth being woo woo woo..."

Yan Yuan said silently: "I haven't eaten all day and night, so I'm really hungry."

She has always had a big appetite, the weather outside the Great Wall is extremely cold, and the daily physical exertion of serving in the army is too much. She is used to eating meat and drinking heavily. From yesterday morning to now, she has not eaten for more than a day and a night.

Xiaoyu let out an "ah" with tears in his eyes and a dumbfounded expression.

Yan Yuan said: "Only when you are full can you have strength."

Xiao Yu was still dumbfounded: "What do you need to do in the palace?"

Yan Yuan smiled and said, "See you, Master."

Xiaoyu: "Huh?"

Xiao Yu was still stunned on the spot, when suddenly he heard bustling noises outside, and a moment later, the palace servants stood on the hall of Wangshu Palace with an order: The Empress Dowager ordered Yan Yuan to go to the palace to have an audience.

Yan Yuan had no choice but to go back to the bedroom, sat in front of the vanity mirror, and let the maid apply layer after layer of makeup on her face.

Yan Yuan in the mirror gradually became strange again.

Yan Yuan blinked at the mirror, and there was only one thought in her mind:
It's okay, my stomach is full.

(End of this chapter)