This queen is not too curly

Not only He Yuan, but even the other two women in the house were stunned. There was no sound in the room for a while, as quiet as death.

Yan Yuan knew that Luo Ziqiu was listening behind her, but she didn't care.

She smiled at He Yuan, and softly told her about the process of meeting her brother: the wet charcoal fire at the post station on the way back to Beijing, the deserted inn, the sudden fragrance, and the man with scars on his face, who is vicious, but Fairly moral kidnapper.

She lived on the mountain for several days, until the officers and soldiers searched the mountain and the situation was critical, she reached a cooperation agreement with the kidnappers, turned enemies into friends and went down the mountain.

"Your brother is waiting for you on the mountain outside the imperial capital."

"If you want to leave the palace, I can help you reunite with him."

He Yuan was stunned on the spot when he heard it, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and murmured: "But...but my brother tied you up...why did you..."

She is obviously the lady of the official family.

Qingyu was almost destroyed, almost lost his life.

Why not only didn't bear the grudge, but why did he enter the palace to find himself for his brother?
"He is just collecting money to do errands for others, so why should I have an enmity with a knife?"

"If you really want to hold a grudge, you should have a debtor."

Yan Yuan turned her head to look at Luo Ziqiu, her gaze was dim: "What do you think, Doctor Luo?"

Luo Ziqiu was stunned.

I also forgot to shake the fan in my hand.

He Yuan naturally didn't understand, she was dazzled by the sudden stimulation, the tears she had been holding back finally came out of her eyes, and she cried with Yan Yuan in her arms.

Yan Yuan is the worst at dealing with such situations, and she was at a loss immediately: "Don't cry, don't worry, I will let you reunite with your brother..."

If my life is still alive at that time.

Yan Yuan quietly added a sentence in her heart.

The night was getting darker.

He Yuan's tears finally stopped.

By the time Yan Yuan finished speaking with her, it was already three o'clock when she walked out of the room.

The clothes on her shoulders were already wet from He Yuan's tears. At this time, the cloth of the clothes was icy and cold against her shoulders, and the old scars on her shoulders felt a tingling pain.

Yan Yuan frowned, staring at her shoulder in thought.

There must be no change of clothes in the stupa. Could it be possible to bake it with a lotus lamp?
...It's not impossible.

Yan Yuan made up her mind, and walked straight back towards the original path, Luo Ziqiu walked behind her unhurriedly.

When she was about to step out of the small courtyard gate, Luo Ziqiu's voice sounded from behind her.

"Miss."

Yan Yuan stopped and turned her head.

Under the moonlit night, with a faint smile on his face, Luo Ziqiu held up his fan and saluted her slowly, then raised his head and said softly: "My minister is just a knife."

There was a slight grievance in the gentle and refined voice.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Luo Ziqiu: "Ma'am?"

Yan Yuan was silent for a while and said: "Yuyi Luo's pot is poured clean."

Luo Ziqiu smiled and said, "Your Majesty is absurd."

Yan Yuan looked at Luo Ziqiu.

It was probably an exchange of honest opinions.

Although the method is somewhat shameless, the timing is unexpectedly appropriate.

The long-standing chess game had already been covered with dust, but now it was blown away by the wind, revealing its original appearance.

On the chess game, every move is clearly a killer move.

The man who had given birth lowered his head in front of her, and every hair on his body was docile.

Luo Ziqiu personally sent Yan Yuan to the side gate of the imperial hospital, and said softly: "Your Majesty actually doesn't need to come by herself tonight. Your Majesty is the mother of a country. Your Majesty will not ignore this calamity."

Yan Yuan said: "I don't worry about it."

Would Chen Lingchen be so kind?

Didn't he take the opportunity to change her, the queen he didn't want to marry in the first place?

Luo Ziqiu said softly: "Your Majesty has already sent someone to Yuting Mountain. The fire will be retrieved tomorrow morning and the lotus lamp will be rekindled. Please don't blame the Holy Majesty."

Yan Yuan said: "Doctor Luo is not trying to say that he is also a knife?"

The corners of Luo Ziqiu's eyes rose slightly, with a smile in his eyes: "No, he is a bad guy."

Yan Yuan: "..."

……

Before dawn, Yan Yuan returned to the Buddha Bone Pagoda.

Inside the Buddha Bone Pagoda, three thousand lotus lanterns are still there.

She took a nap in front of the desk, and soon heard a noise coming from the door. Not long after, Aunt Liangyu walked into the tower with a few maids, and bowed to Yan Yuan: "Your Majesty, you are polite. The empress dowager ordered the servants and others to come and wash up for the empress."

Fortunately, I came back in time.

Yan Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Aunt Liangyu's face.

She asked Aunt Liangyu, "Isn't this grooming a see-off?"

Aunt Liangyu's expression was immediately indescribable: "Your Majesty is joking. The fire has arrived, and all the ministers have gathered. Your Majesty always needs to be dignified after being a country."

Yan Yuan casually responded, "Oh."

She yawned, like a puppet, and let the maids wash and change her clothes, and finally put on the court dress that belonged to the queen.

At that time the sun was rising.

The orange-red light passed through the window and fell to the edge of the stupa.

Yan Yuan walked slowly to the window to have a look, only to find that many courtiers had already gathered outside.

Under the sun, the courtiers stood under the Buddha bone pagoda, like small stones piled up beside a mountain stream, one by one neatly.They are waiting for someone to throw a stone into the river, and wait for the splashing water to fall on them, and then illuminate their true colors.

Yan Yuan is that stone waiting to be thrown into the river.

"My lady, please."

Aunt Liangyu bowed to lead the way.

Yan Yuan followed down the stairs and walked out of the door of the Buddha Bone Pagoda. For a while, the sunlight made her eyes blurred.

"The empress is here—"

The eunuch's hoarse voice dragged on.

The crowd in front of the Buddha Bone Pagoda was unusually quiet. After a moment of stalemate, the sound of prostrating and kneeling was heard.

Yan Yuan narrowed her eyes, shielded herself from the wind with her sleeves, and glanced across the crowd without showing any trace.

She has a good memory since she was a child, and she knew at a glance that the old men who took the lead were the same old men who picked things up last time, but this time there were a few strangers behind the old man.

Those people are young, their facial features are deeper than others, and their skin is darker. It seems that they are the race that has lived in the border for many years.

Song Waner's relatives?
Yan Yuan lowered her eyebrows as she passed them.

It seems that today's battle is not to die.

It's just that they are too anxious to show up now.

"His Majesty is here—!"

Just as Yan Yuan stood still in front of the crowd, she saw Chen Lingshen coming from afar.He was wearing a dark green uniform, as if he didn't feel the dignified atmosphere in front of the Buddha Bone Pagoda, he walked over at a leisurely pace, and stopped in front of Yan Yuan with his slow steps.

All the civil and military officials finally knelt down and shouted "Long live Your Majesty" in unison.

But Chen Lingchen didn't seem to hear it, he just turned his body slightly, and asked Yan Yuan in a warm voice: "Did the Queen sleep well last night? Did you have breakfast?"

Yan Yuan was taken aback for a moment, not quite understanding what he wanted to do, so she could only shake her head.

Chen Ling lowered his eyes: "Gu brought meals."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Chen Lingchen moved his fingers, and the palace people behind him walked up to the officials in an endless stream.Each of them held a utensil in their hands, and those utensils were stacked together, and they actually set up a gauze pavilion, tables, chairs, wine and vegetables in front of all civil and military officials.

Chen Ling said softly, "Are you satisfied, Yuan'er?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

She could see it.

Chen Lingshen thought that her reputation for being a troublemaker in the harem was not loud enough, and wanted her to be recorded in the history books: the queen of the dynasty disregarded ethics and drank and had fun in front of the stupa.

She'll be poked in the spine for 1000 years.

Yan Yuan remained motionless.

Chen Ling said in a deep voice: "Why, Yuan'er thinks that these snacks and drinks are not to your taste?"

Yan Yuan said dryly: "Yan Yuan feels that fate is not hard enough."

Chen Ling calmly said: "Xingzhong had an accident on the road and was attacked by surprise, and it will take another hour to arrive. Before that, maybe the empress wants to chat with a few chaozhong humerus about military affairs?"

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan walked into the gauze pavilion silently.

Lifting the skirt, sitting down, pouring wine, all in one go.

Of course she chooses to eat.

Chen Ling looked at her sharp back, and the corner of her mouth curled into an imperceptible arc: she has no backbone, and is as slippery and elusive as ever.

In the gauze pavilion, Yan Yuan buried her head in eating.

She is really hungry.

During the days of copying the scriptures, except for the first few meals that Lianqiao gave her, she almost never ate enough, and now her chest is sticking to her back.

Chen Lingchen sat beside her, looking at her with his head propped up.

Yan Yuan doesn't eat fast, but it's good for a long time, every piece of meat is chewed slowly, making it impossible to judge when the meal is over.

As time passed, the looseness in Chen Ling's eyes gradually turned into curiosity: "Yuan'er has a good appetite."

Yan Yuan raised her head in her busy schedule, and nodded gracefully.

Don't worry, I understand.

It's only an hour, it's edible.

"..."

The sun is gradually rising.

The tinder still hasn't arrived.

The courtier gradually lost his patience.

They looked at each other, and finally a tough old minister who was not afraid of death stood up and knelt down in front of the Shating: "My lord, the delay on the way back to Beijing for the fire has passed the auspicious time. This is... an ominous omen."

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes: "Oh? Where is the ominous situation?"

The old minister said: "The old minister heard that the Empress entered the pagoda to copy scriptures three days ago, but she left the pagoda privately last night to go to the plum garden. It's haunted by evil spirits, and even more so..."

Chu Ling said calmly: "What Yu Aiqing means is that the ghost of Concubine Mei from the previous dynasty has extinguished the lotus lantern that showed the fate of my country Yan."

The old minister's face changed: "The old minister didn't mean that..."

Chen Ling said in a deep voice: "Then what Yu Aiqing means is that the fire will not reach, and our country Yan will perish."

The old minister's face turned pale immediately: "Of course the old minister didn't mean that!"

Chen Ling said seriously: "Then what does Yu Aiqing mean?"

The old minister opened his mouth, unable to speak.

He squinted his eyes, looking at the emperor in the gauze pavilion with his cloudy old eyes, his ravine face twitched intermittently due to nervousness.

What more can he say?
Could it be that the wronged soul of a woman in the previous dynasty shook the foundation of the Yan Kingdom, or did it mean that the Yan Kingdom was about to perish because of a single lamp?

What the emperor gave was not a simple multiple-choice question.

These are two dead ends.

That's it.

Anyway...he is not the main character today.

The old man took a deep breath and took a step back after all.

Although the king on the seat is violent, he is definitely not fatuous and incompetent. Over the years, he has managed to protect himself against several forces in the court. He was not a simple character in the first place.

But after all, he is just a yellow-mouthed kid who has no real power.

Today's game of chess is not that simple.

The old minister raised his head and glanced at the sky.

At this time, the sun was high, but the fire hadn't returned. Presumably, the person who fetched the fire had already been intercepted and killed. Today, the ever-burning lamp probably cannot be re-ignited.

But it's not a foregone conclusion yet.

All are still waiting.

Time passed little by little, and anxiety spread among the crowd.

All civil and military officials knelt on the ground, and even the wind didn't know when it stopped. Everything in front of the pagoda was still like a stone statue.

Only one person is still moving.

In the gauze pavilion is the queen of the dynasty, Yan Yuan, the daughter of Marquis Dingbei.

She was sitting upright, with bare hands, and was slowly eating a table full of delicacies.

On the thin and pale face, the cheeks bulged slightly, chewing like no one else.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Just when everyone was wondering whether the queen's stomach was a bottomless pit, she finally finished chewing the last piece of pastry in her hand, then raised her eyelashes, and looked at Chen Lingchen quietly.

Yan Yuan: "Your Majesty."

Chen Ling turned his face slightly: "Yes."

Yan Yuan said slowly: "The concubine is full."

She has tried her best, and there is really no room for a piece.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Yan Yuan's eyes passed through the crowd, looking at the road in the distance.

At that time, the sun had already risen, and the golden sunlight shone on the earth. An hour had already passed, but the people who were supposed to arrive did not come.

There was a distant ringing of bells in the Buddha Bone Pagoda, telling everyone——

The auspicious time has passed, and the fire has not returned.

The knives hanging in everyone's chests fell to the ground.

Things have come to this point, in fact, has come to an end.

Another veteran came out of the silent crowd. He folded his hands together and bowed to Chen Ling, and then an old voice sounded slowly in front of the Buddha bone pagoda:

"The ever-burning lamp of the Buddha Bone Pagoda went out, and the retrieved fire also encountered an accident. It must be a disaster from heaven, and a warning was issued. The old minister implores the Holy One to investigate this matter thoroughly to quell the anger of the gods."

In the silence, Chen Ling's deep voice sounded: "Oh? How to quench my anger?"

The old minister walked forward slowly: "The old minister implores His Majesty to put state affairs first."

He took out something from his arms, put it on top of his head and knelt down and moved forward a few steps, his drooping head hit the steps heavily.

The sound of thump thump echoed.

The bright red blood soaked on the floor tiles, blooming like splashed ink.

"Depose the demon queen to quench the anger of the gods!"

……

In front of the Buddha Bone Pagoda, the sun was scorching like fire.

Yan Yuan still had the sweetness of pastry in her mouth, and the feeling of absurdity grew and spread in her body, and she even felt that the scene in front of her was a little funny.

Because of a lotus lantern, some rumors.

So, has she become the demon queen?