This queen is not too curly

Chapter 79

Buddha will bless the queen.

Chen Lingchen's words were very soft, and the last few words seemed to be swallowed by him.

Yan Yuan only felt that this sentence sounded familiar, but she didn't realize it for a while. When the tower door slowly closed in front of her, some really not good memories rushed into her mind instantly.

The smell of ghee from the ever-burning lamp, the fragrance of scrolls under the three thousand lotus lamps, and...

A plum that was so sour that she doubted her life!

That little maid is actually Chen Lingchen's person
She should have thought of it a long time ago, how could there be such an unstable and kind-hearted person in this palace?
Only Chen Lingshen, the dog emperor who must take revenge, would specifically pick out sour and wanton revenge because of her sour words.

It really seemed like something he could do.

While grinding her teeth, Yan Yuan slowly walked up the familiar wooden ladder and entered the incense hall inside the pagoda.

The [-] lotus lanterns in the incense hall were still flickering, but only the ever-burning lantern held by the Buddha in the palm of his hand was extinguished.

But that's not the most glaring thing.

At the end of the [-] lotus lanterns, the golden-plated Buddha has benevolent eyebrows and drooping eyelids. Two lines of blood-colored tears flowed from the eyes of the Buddha and dripped into the butter of the lotus lantern.

Yan Yuan stood in front of the Buddha statue, staring blankly at the two blood marks.

It wasn't until this moment that she really felt that the wind and rain in the imperial capital was completely different from that on the battlefield.The intrigues on the battlefield are all well-thought-out strategies. As long as the tide recedes, all the truth will be exposed on the beach.

But the wind and rain in the imperial capital city is invisible and invisible.Someone ignited unconnected sparks from all over the world, and quietly laid a large net until the Dongchuang incident happened, the houses collapsed, and the tide was overwhelming.

Now she finally understood why there was such a commotion outside.

It is obviously a tact to say that the lotus lamp has gone out.

The ever-burning lamp goes out, and the Buddha tears in blood.

Who dares to say that this has nothing to do with her, the daughter of Yan Zhou, entering the pagoda?

Who dares to say that this has nothing to do with the pit of bones in Lancheng?
She doesn't seem to need to do anything.

And no one needs her to do anything.

Just taking the first simple step, everything has been swept away in the intended direction, no matter how many eloquent rhetoric she has, it is meaningless, because no one needs her to make a statement.

Is this the environment that Chen Lingchen lived in since he was a child?
Yan Yuan slowly walked to the desk and sat down, but memories from a long time ago appeared in her mind.

At that time, she held a torch and walked slowly in the dark cave. The torch slowly illuminated the rock wall, and also illuminated the frightened eyes of the boy.

She said to him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

But the boy raised his dagger at her and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out."

At that time, there was a frightened light in his pupils, and after realizing that he could not threaten her, he put the dagger on his neck: "Get lost."

Back then Yan Yuan just thought it was funny, how could she threaten the enemy with her own life?
If she was really a bad person, how could she care about his life or death?

But now, Yan Yuan suddenly understood Chen Lingchen a little bit.

He was born in this undercurrent, and perhaps the most terrifying thing for him is not his own life and death, but being the first drop of water in this tide.

……

Outside the Buddha Bone Pagoda, the situation is developing rapidly.

The Empress Dowager ordered the forbidden army to seal off the palace, but the news spread like wildfire for some unknown reason. By the time of the early court, everyone in the court and the public knew about the extinguishment of the eternal lamp.

By noon, there were already ministers kneeling on the ground at the gate of the Qianzheng Hall.

Some of them are pedantic old civil servants, who probably really believed in the rumor that the ever-burning lantern symbolizes the fortune of the country, and the other part is more interesting, they are the relatives of the empress dowager and the noble concubine.

These three parties were originally incompatible, but at this moment their opinions were unprecedentedly unified. They knelt at the door of the Qianzheng Hall and wept, shouting that the ever-burning lamp was extinguished, and the fate of the country was ominous.

Although they didn't mention the old case of Yan Zhou and Lancheng, they were full of cold arrows between the lines, pointing directly at the Yan family.

At that time, Chen Ling stood in front of the people, listening to their lengthy cries in silence, with a careless expression on his face.

"It turned out that it was just a light that went out."

His eyes swept across the face of the kneeling minister, and the corner of his mouth curved into a sarcasm.

"I thought it was Yan Guo's death, and all the lovers forgot to inform Gu."

"Holy!"

The door of the temple was slammed shut.

As the sun rose gradually, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and one by one the old men fainted at the gate of the hall.The imperial doctors of the imperial hospital came back and forth, delivering tea one by one, and persuading one by one, but those old men seemed to be hard-hearted, and they were unwilling to leave the gate of the Ganzheng Hall.

However, the gate of the Qianzheng Palace is still not loose.

The imperial doctors had no choice but to continue delivering tea and continue administering needles until the old men were half unconscious before a thin figure slowly approached in the distance.

That was the current prime minister, Yu Xingzhi.

He was wearing a wide-sleeved official robe, with a clear mind between his brows, just standing at the gate of the Qianzheng Palace seemed to make the surroundings much cooler.

The veteran seemed to see hope, and tremblingly said: "Yu Xiang, you also..."

Someone in the crowd secretly clenched their fists and hurriedly lowered their heads to hide the excitement in their eyes.

Yu Xingzhi is the head of the current prime minister Qingliu, if he can also contribute a little bit to this matter, why not worry about it?One Yu Xingzhi is worth several sour old men!
But Yu Xingzhi shook his head: "I'm here to persuade you all to go back."

The light in the old minister's eyes dimmed instantly. He had knelt under the scorching sun for two hours. At this time, his hopes were shattered, and his emotions also collapsed.

He no longer cared about the difference between the upper and lower, and sternly yelled at his head: "The old man is dying, at worst he will die here! If Yu Xiang is worried about Yan Hou's revenge, he can leave!"

Yu Xingzhi was not angry.

He just lowered his eyebrows and smiled, lowered his head like a student in training, and helped the old minister's arm in a good voice, and whispered a few words of comfort in his ear.

The anxiety on the old man's face disappeared, and the cloudy old eyes shone with hope: "Really?"

Yu Xingzhi said gently, "Really."

It was already afternoon at that time, and no one knew what Yu Xingzhi said to the veterans. They only saw a few old men with the hardest bones in the court gathered together and whispered for a while, and then they followed Yu Xingzhi and left the Ganzheng Hall the door.

Once the old man who is not afraid of death leaves, there are two groups of relatives, old and new, left.

They originally had their own goals, and when the old men left, they seemed to have lost their backbone. Although they were unwilling, they could only leave with hatred.

After all, they knew what kind of temperament Chen Lingchen had. They knew in their hearts that they would be wronged if they really died here.

The outside of the Qianzheng Hall finally fell silent.

The last sycamore leaf crumbled and slowly fell to the ground.

Inside the Qianzheng Hall, a water-green figure quietly stepped into the dark gate.

That was Song Waner.

Carrying the newly made snacks, she walked carefully into Chen Lingchen's bedroom.

She knows today is not the best time.

But she couldn't wait any longer.

Ever since Yuting Mountain sacrificed, Chen Lingchen never summoned her again, as if he suddenly didn't need her anymore, and never set foot in Bixi Palace again.She finally waited for her brother's urgent military report, and sent someone to invite Chen Lingchen overnight, but only waited for Chen Lingchen, whose clothes were half wet.

Jealousy climbed into her chest like a snake.

Her heart ached so badly that she couldn't breathe.

But he just pretended not to know anything.

She knew that Chen Ling didn't like to be entangled too much. These days, she suppressed and suffered all kinds of tortures alone, and now she finally waited for a new opportunity.

Just now, her mother clan sent news, and there was a new discovery in the old case of Lancheng... She knew that this was the most embarrassing matter for Chen Lingchen right now, and it was also a chance for Yan's father and daughter to never turn around forever. , so she couldn't wait to come to the Qianzheng Hall, wanting to take the opportunity to contribute to Chen Lingchen.

Song Wan'er gently placed the food box outside, and then, holding the exquisite snacks in her plain hand, she walked lightly in front of Chen Lingchen.

The water-green skirt slid across the pitch-black brick surface, and Song Waner saluted gracefully in front of Chen Lingchen:

"The concubine has seen the Holy Majesty."

"The concubine heard that the Holy Majesty hadn't eaten today, so she made some white jade soup for the Holy Majesty."

At that time, Chen Lingshen was sitting in front of the desk. He was probably still angry about the chaos of last night and this morning. He clearly heard the noise but still frowned.

Song Wan'er said to Chen Lingshen in a soft voice, "Your Majesty, this concubine is entrusted by my brother to send me military information from Lancheng."

Chen Lingchen really raised his head.

Song Wan'er smiled slightly, holding a beautiful white jade plate in her slender hands, she came to his side naturally, bent over to scoop up a small bowl of soup for him.

There is still a trace of heat in the bowl.

The soup color is light, and the soup point is exquisite and lovely.

Chen Ling lowered his eyebrows and looked at the small bowl in front of him, took a mouthful calmly, and put it in his mouth.

Song Wan'er watched his movements from behind him, and her heart beat suddenly accelerated.

She knew she was still trusted.

Otherwise, how could someone like Chen Lingchen casually eat food from others?

This discovery made her ecstatic.

The gloom of many days was swept away at this moment.

Song Wan'er approached Chen Lingchen, put her light white fingertips on his shoulders, and did something that she always wanted to do but dared not do by using the familiar gesture of rubbing his acupuncture points.

She rested her forehead on Chen Lingchen's shoulder.

So three thousand black threads poured down and landed on the back of Chen Lingchen's hand.

"Master Chu."

"For many years, Wan'er has missed you very much."

Song Wan'er whispered softly on his shoulder.

This was what she called him when they met that year.

Calling out from her mouth at this time, she seemed to be able to feel her soul trembling.

She knew she was overstepping the bounds.

But who made her born a gambler?
She didn't have a father who was Ding Beihou, nor did she have a grandiose queen mother who was partial to her matchmaking. Her mother family behind her had never been her backer.

She only has herself, and she can't afford to lose an inch.

　I'm sorry, I have cervical spondylosis. I feel dizzy while writing. So today's word count is less.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)