This queen is not too curly

Chapter 75
The love is so deep that I can't extricate myself.

joke.

Under the moonlight, Chen Ling's Shen expression became inexplicably gloomy again.

Luo Ziqiu seemed to mention it inadvertently: "Did Your Majesty not have some soothing incense today?"

In the past few days, he found that the Anshenxiang in the Palace of Qianzheng was much lighter. He was worried that Chen Lingshen would be depressed, so he quietly asked his father-in-law, who was close to him, before entering the palace, and only then did he know that Chen Lingshen had been in the past few days. Use tranquilizing incense only in the middle of the night and early morning.

He asked his father-in-law, "How is your majesty's disposition these past few days?"

Chen Lingchen had been unable to sleep at night for several years. In the past, if the dose of Anshenxiang was not enough, the servants in the Qianzheng Palace were usually the first to suffer.

Unexpectedly, the father-in-law beamed with joy: "Your Majesty has a very good temper these few days."

Luo Ziqiu was surprised: "How good is very good?"

The father-in-law was narrow-minded: "Naturally, it's the kind of harmony between the emperor and the empress."

Luo Ziqiu was stunned.

He naturally knew why Chen Ling went to visit Shu Gong every day.

Some people in the imperial court could not see the harmony between the emperor and the empress, and were afraid that the emperor would form an alliance with Yan Zhou, so they took advantage of the incident in the blue city of Baigukeng to make trouble, and guided the people's customs to force the imperial court.

Chen Lingchen went to visit Shu Palace every night, just to break the boat and make those people who were spreading rumors in the gutter so anxious that they had to go under the sun.

It's just that he seemed to go... a little too often.

If you just fool the courtiers, you don't need to report every day.

Luo Ziqiu smiled, stared at Chen Ling's heavy face and said thoughtfully, "The Holy Majesty's complexion has gotten better in recent days."

His face was originally bloodless, his body was like a dry bone, and the surroundings of his pupils were all gray.

Few people knew about Chen Ling's insomnia, so rumors have always been circulating in the court that the current emperor is not only violent, but even drinks medicine indiscriminately in order to pursue women's sex, causing damage to the very foundation of his body.

But now Chen Lingshen's complexion is indeed better, and even the blue-gray under his eyes has lightened a lot.

Luo Ziqiu said leisurely: "I didn't expect the empress to be a good medicine, but it made me feel ashamed."

Chen Ling frowned even tighter: "Luo Ziqiu."

His voice was cold and hard, obviously angry.

Oh shit, I can't afford to provoke you.

Luo Ziqiu had a fan in his hand and knew the current affairs: "Then it seems that the new prescription of the minister has taken effect, and the minister will go to adjust some new prescriptions to consolidate the curative effect for the Holy One."

This is the truth.Chen Lingshen's stubborn illness has been around for a long time, and now that it has finally improved, he really has to find a way to strike while the iron is hot.

Luo Ziqiu bowed to Chen Ling and bid farewell.

When he reached the door, he turned his head again: "There is one more thing."

Luo Ziqiu said softly: "The Empress Dowager was sent by the Empress Dowager to copy scriptures at the Buddha Bone Pagoda. It is said that it will take five days."

Chen Ling was noncommittal, and looked at Luo Ziqiu coldly.

Luo Ziqiu paused for a while and said: "Safety should be safe, but the Buddha Bone Pagoda is still willing to pay attention to the sincerity of penance. I heard that there is only a bowl of gruel every day at Maoshi to nourish the intestines."

Chen Ling said coldly, "So what?"

Luo Ziqiu sighed: "It's not that bad, it's just that the Empress will inevitably go hungry."

Such a person with soft compresses, it seems that he has not suffered hardships, and he is so afraid of the cold, the life in the Buddha bone pagoda must be very difficult.

Luo Ziqiu waited on the spot for a while, seeing that Chen Lingchen still didn't respond, he could only sigh again, leaned over to salute, and left the Qianzheng Hall.

The night outside the Qianzheng Hall was already dark.

Chen Ling sat in the bedroom for a while, but his mood was still hard to calm down. He frowned and stalemate with reason for a while, and finally returned to Wangshu Palace with a memorial on his face expressionless.

The servants in Wangshu Palace were shocked when they saw Shengjia: "Why is Your Majesty here? Our empress, she is not in the bedroom, she..."

Chen Ling said calmly, "It doesn't matter."

It doesn't matter where Yan Yuan went.

It doesn't matter if the queen is in Wangshu Palace or not.

He didn't want to see her, but just wanted to borrow her study room.

Chen Ling lowered his head, walked straight into Wangshu Palace, followed the familiar path and opened Yan Yuan's study door, then sat on a familiar chair and closed his eyes.

There were no candles in the study.

Moonlight flows through the window lattice and falls on the desk not far away.

In the past, the mushroom would look at it and fold it inward, and stuff some pastries into its mouth from time to time while looking at it.

Although there was no sound, some rich and sweet fragrance wafted into his mouth and nose from time to time.

There is nothing there now.

Only the night is silent.

Chen Ling slowed down his breathing.

He maintained the same posture for a long time, but in the end, he opened his eyes dejectedly.

His eyes were dark like a dark tide.

……

Buddha bone pagoda.

Yan Yuan rubbed her sore arm in front of the Buddha, and raised her eyes to look at the beam.

She couldn't tell the time, because three thousand lotus lanterns were lit on the four walls of the pagoda, illuminating the whole Buddhist hall like daytime, and the palm of the Buddha statue in front of her still held an ever-burning lantern.

The ever-bright lantern is also in the shape of a lotus flower. It is said that it was lit when the first emperor ascended the throne. The lights have not been extinguished for decades, which symbolizes the prosperity of Yan State.

But right now, Yan Yuan doesn't care about Yan's fate.

She was dying anyway.

starved.

"Cuckoo-"

In the silence, there was a slight sound.

Yan Yuan clutched her stomach in pain, lying on the desk weakly.

So hungry.

So hungry, so hungry.

She thought it was just copying the scriptures for five days, her hands hurt a little, and she was a little sleepy, so it was nothing serious, but who knew that the Buddha Bone Pagoda would not serve food?
On the way, I heard that there is only one meal a day in the Buddha Bone Pagoda. She has survived the first day here, and finally waited until the second day when the meal was served, but the old monk only sent someone to send a small bowl gruel.

Yan Yuan couldn't believe it: "That's it? No vegetables and meat?"

The old monk said: "That's it."

Yan Yuan gritted her teeth: "But these bengongs can't eat enough, they can't hold a pen if they don't eat enough, and they can't copy scriptures if they can't hold a pen."

The old monk said: "Five grains and meat are all vulgar ideas, and I hope your mother will be broken."

Yan Yuan said: "I'm sorry, Master, but this Palace is not to be broken."

The old monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."

Yan Yuan: "..."

In this Buddha bone pagoda, there is no one in daily life, the old monk locked the door under the pagoda after delivering the meal, Yan Yuan could only let the wind out from the small window on the top of the pagoda.

While letting the wind go, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

There is nothing else in this temple except candles, not even a plate of offering fruits.

If she is really hungry and crazy, there are only two ways.Either eat the table in front of you, or eat the ever-burning lamp.

After all, lamp oil is ghee, and it smells pretty good.

Yan Yuan was thinking viciously in her heart, when suddenly she heard a slight sound coming from the incense hall behind her, as if someone sneaked into it lightly.

Yan Yuan walked into the incense hall, but no one noticed, only the curtain in front of the altar shook slightly.

Hiding there?

Yan Yuan approached calmly.

She wanted to lift the curtain to take a look, but suddenly saw a small cloth bag on her desk.

She opened the cloth bag suspiciously, revealing five or six pieces of rice cakes.

There is still a breath of warmth on the rice cake, and the aroma of milk penetrates into the nose along with the heat.

Yan Yuan: ...! ! !
Yan Yuan: Are there any kind-hearted people in this palace?
Food of unknown origin was originally inedible, but fortunately she wore a silver hairpin when she went out. Yan Yuan pulled out the hairpin and tried it before finally stuffing the rice cake into her mouth with confidence.

So the teeth and cheeks remain fragrant, and the milky fragrance overflows.

Yan Yuan looked at the curtain under the altar while eating, and said gratefully: "Thank you Buddha for your mercy."

The breathing under the altar became faster and faster, even if the man deliberately lowered his breath, it was still obvious.

Yan Yuan pretended not to hear, she stuffed the last piece of rice cake into her stomach, then burped contentedly, and said sincerely: "Buddha, believers always eat a lot."

The breathing under the altar stopped.

After a while, there was no sound at all.

Several hours later, Yan Yuan went to the small window to let the wind out again, and the noise really reappeared.

This time, the things he brought seemed a little cumbersome, and they rattled for a while.

Yan Yuan thoughtfully waited for the sound to end before re-entering the incense hall, and sure enough, she saw some more food on the desk.

This time there are not only rice cakes, but also a small paper bag.

Inside the paper bag were several pieces of tender lamb and a small plum.

What a caring and kind person.

Yan Yuan admired from the bottom of her heart.

It's a pity that although the lamb is tender, there is no dipping sauce. Yan Yuan crushed the plums and smeared it on the lamb. Although it wasn't her favorite taste, the sweet and sour taste of the meat was still delicious.

After eating and drinking, Yan Yuan clasped her hands together and sincerely prayed:

"Believers are grateful to the Buddha."

"Buddha, the lamb is almost vinegar."

"Rice cakes can get angry, but mung bean cakes are not as refreshing."

The person under the altar was silent, and he didn't know if he heard it.

Yan Yuan was too sleepy to think about these things anymore, she adjusted her sitting posture, found a comfortable position on the desk and lay down, letting sleepiness drag her into a dark and sweet dreamland.

I don't know how long it took.

In the silence, she heard an extremely slight sound.

Yan Yuan knew that it was probably another kind-hearted person who came, and she didn't want to reveal the identity of that person, so she continued to close her eyes, listening to him gently put the new thing beside her, and then tiptoed The toes slowly moved towards the altar.

Yan Yuan adjusted her sitting posture, her eyes opened a gap.

A diminutive court lady appeared in her field of vision.

The court lady looked very young, only about twelve or thirteen years old, she was just small enough to slip under the altar with ease.

Before leaving, she even sneaked a look at Yan Yuan, seeing that she was still "sleeping", the little maid patted her chest thankfully.

Yan Yuan: "..."

The altar curtain was lowered.

Yan Yuan glanced at the newly arrived food.

Sure enough, the rice cakes have been replaced with mung bean cakes, the lamb meat has been replaced with smoked chicken, and the fruit remains the same, except that one plum has been replaced by two.

What a caring and kind hearted person.

Yan Yuan's heart is full of gratitude.

While still breathing under the altar, she put her hands together and prayed sincerely:

"Buddha."

"Plums are a bit sour."

"Can I replace it with peaches?"

……

The secret passage under the altar is very narrow, only big enough for a thin woman.

The little palace maid walked slowly while leaning her body sideways, while chanting the empress's instructions: "Swap plums for peaches", "I need a pillow made of cotton", "almond lotus cake"...

Her mind was not quick, and her memory was not very good, so she just recited it all the way, took a small path and turned into the back door of the Qianzheng Palace.

Peach Plum Pillow…

Apricot Blossom Crisp Lotus Cake...

The sun hadn't risen yet, and it was pitch black.

The Qianzheng Palace is like a gigantic beast with teeth and claws, lying in the dark night.

The little maid bypassed the crowd and walked gently into the emperor's bedroom on tiptoe.

Her gaze swept back and forth in the room, and after a while, she found the person she was looking for in the faint candlelight.

"Holy."

The little maid knelt on the ground.

That man was like a sleeping beast, he was leaning on the couch by the window, even if he didn't make a sound, he could still scare the little maid into a cold sweat.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally changed his posture, and then a careless voice rolled out of his throat: "Mmm."

The little maid knew that the Holy Majesty wanted to hear her report.

But just now she was so frightened that she forgot all about the empress' entrustment, and Sou Kong only remembered one sentence.

"My lady said... the plums are too sour."

"..."

"?"

"..."

In the Qianzheng Palace, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly cold.

After the night fell that day, Yan Yuan from Huixiang Hall, who was exercising as usual, only saw today's Buddha's gift on the desk.

A bag of bare plums.

Only plums.

Yan Yuan: ...

Yan Yuan:? ? ?
It seems that the Buddha suddenly became unkind.

Are all the kind people in this palace so fickle?
With a growling sound from her stomach, Yan Yuan had no choice but to sigh, pick up a plum and gnaw a bite, and the next moment she was so stimulated that tears flowed down her cheeks.

very sour!

So sour! ! !
If the plums in the past few meals were only sweet and sour, today's plums can already be called crazy.

Isn't this really a sour plum that was specially picked out?
Yan Yuan's eye circles were red, she rubbed her cheeks and grinded her teeth, she really didn't understand who she had offended in this palace, and she actually made such a murderous move.

At this time, there are still two days before the fifth day of copying the scriptures.

Fortunately, she doesn't plan to spend tonight in this incense hall, because tonight is the day she and the person in the plum garden made an appointment to meet.

The candles in the incense hall are flickering.

Yan Yuan waited at the same place for a while, guessing that the little maid had already walked out of the Buddha Bone Pagoda, she stepped forward and opened the curtain under the shrine.

It was indeed empty under the curtain, and there was a dark corridor inside, and it was unknown where it led.

Yan Yuan took a lamp from the wall and got into the corridor.

She went round and round in it, and she didn't know how many turns she had to go around. When she saw the sun again, she was already outside the courtyard wall of the Buddha Bone Pagoda.

The autumn night is cold, and the moon in the sky is only a crescent moon.

Yan Yuan slowly groped forward in the darkness, followed the road in her memory and turned into a secluded path.

Not long after, Mei Yuan appeared in front of her.

The gate of the plum garden is still not closed.

While protecting the flickering candle in her hand, Yan Yuan brushed away the weeds and came to the familiar pond again.

(End of this chapter)