This queen is not too curly

But the old minister was still kowtowing.

His head hit the stone steps, and the muffled sound of "dong dong dong" echoed in front of the stupa.

Bloody flowers bloomed on the stone steps.

At that time, Chen Lingchen still maintained his original posture, his eyes were lowered, and there was no expression on his pale face, as if he hadn't heard the majestic momentum in front of him at all.

"Holy..."

"Your Majesty, the old minister assisted the late emperor for half his life and helped His Majesty the other half of his life. Now he is in his twilight years and he is about to die."

"But right now, the demon queen is in charge of cholera, and the old ministers, the old ministers, will not die in peace!"

The old minister burst into tears, and the voice of despair echoed in the crowd.

Yan Yuan watched everything in front of her in silence.

This is not the first time she has seen such a scene.

At the autumn banquet a long time ago, it was a similar scene, a similar situation, the blood of the old trembling old man was splashed on the spot.They used this method to coerce and vent, raising Chen Ling Shen high, nailing him to the moral high platform, and Ling Chi wantonly.

It was obvious that the murderer was the one who spattered the blood on the spot.

Obviously Chu Lingchen was the one who was treated violently.

But that doesn't seem to matter.

Yan Yuan secretly sighed.

At the Jianqiu banquet, she also sighed in her heart about Chen Ling's indifference, but now she felt a strange feeling.

very pitiful.

Yan Yuan thought to herself.

They were in droves, and he was alone.

Alone alone, criticized by thousands of people.

With a thought in Yan Yuan's mind, she looked at Chen Ling with sympathy.

Chen Ling lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "Why, is the Queen sympathizing with Gu?"

In memory, the face of the boy on the edge of the cliff overlapped with the king in front of him, and soon separated.

Yan Yuan came back to her senses and instinctively shook her head: "No."

He was no longer that young man, he was Chen Lingchen, so why should he need her sympathy?
Ling Chen didn't bother, he just lowered his eyes, bent down and poured a glass of wine for Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan picked up her wine glass and took a sip.

Chen Ling laughed, and asked softly, "Is it sweet?"

Yan Yuan: "Huh?"

Chen Ling said lightly: "This is the tribute wine from the south that I arrived the day before yesterday. I heard that it is made from white rice. It is sweet and delicious."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Chen Ling's eyes darkened.

Yan Yuan could only bite the bullet and take another sip.

This time, she realized that the wine really didn't look like ordinary spirits.It doesn't have the aroma of wine but only a sweet aroma. It is cold and silky in the mouth, and it is just like what Chu Lingchen said, sweet and delicious.

"How?" Chen Ling asked softly.

"It's delicious." Yan Yuan replied honestly.

Chen Ling's heavy eyelashes curled up.

He seemed to be in a good mood, even the blue-gray corners of his eyes seemed to have subsided a little bit, and his hostility was temporarily subdued under the sun. His gentle and clean hands clasped the celadon wine pot, and led the long wine into Yan Yuan's mouth. wine glass.

Then there was another sigh: "Yuan'er, don't be in a daze."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Is he not in a hurry?

Yan Yuan couldn't hold back the anxiety in her heart.

Did Tinder really have an accident?

If Tinder doesn't arrive on time...

Just when Yan Yuan was at her wit's end, there was a sudden commotion in the distance.

The sound of horseshoes broke the silence, and a man dressed as a guard rode over the dust, fell off his horse and landed in front of the Buddha Bone Pagoda, staggered and knelt down in front of the Shating.

"Your Majesty! Your subordinates, subordinates, etc. were ambushed and intercepted by unknown persons on the outskirts of the city! Tinder..."

The man raised his head, revealing a blood-stained face, with despair written in his pupils: "The fire has not been brought back, please give me your majesty's death!"

After a long time, Chen Ling's deep voice slowly sounded: "Where are the rest?"

The imperial guard bowed his head slumpedly: "They have... all died in battle!"

There was silence for a while.

In front of the Buddha Bone Pagoda, it landed silently.

It was as if a tight string finally snapped. At that moment, no one dared to breathe, only death-like suffocation spread among the crowd.

I don't know how long it took.

A heavy muffled sound broke the silence.

That was the sound of the veteran's head hitting the steps again.

"My lord, this woman is unknown! The old minister is willing to use his life as an admonition!"

"I beg the Holy One to deal with the demon queen so as to protect the mountains and rivers!"

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

……

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

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

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

The courtiers had the hard-boned veterans as their pillars, and they knelt down one after another, their voices resounding through the sky.

Chen Ling's heavy eyelashes finally trembled.

His fingertips moved slightly, and his bony fingers drew a circle of wet marks on the teacup.

Then he hooked the corners of his mouth, and when he raised his head, there was no wave in his eyes: "Since Shangshu Yuchi has the will to die."

Chen Lingshen's voice was slow and calm, and he spit out every word from the tip of his tongue, with tricky arrogance.

He said: "I don't mind..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a dark red dress flashing in front of him from the corner of his eye.

That is Yan Yuan.

She stood up suddenly and walked out of the kiosk slowly.

Chen Ling was startled, and watched helplessly as the dark red court dress was bathed in the sun, and suddenly turned into a dazzling golden color.

Yan Yuan was standing at the border of the Shating, leaning down to help the kowtowing veteran.

"This...Shangshu Yuchi."

Yan Yuan supported the old minister's arm and smiled at him.

She whispered: "Shangshu Yuchi is old, he is a person who has made many contributions to the country and the people, he shouldn't have to suffer like this here."

She is not tall, and her voice has always been soft, no matter what she can't escape the grace and luxury of her mother.Because there was no oppression, the old minister was stunned instead.

Yan Yuan sighed: "Your Majesty will decide whether I should be punished or not, but it would be bad if Shang Shu knocked his head down."

Yuchi Shangshu: "You..."

Yan Yuan said sincerely: "If the head is broken, people will become dull and crazy. The humerus of the veteran ministers of the two dynasties will end up being fed by others, which is not good."

The old man Yuchi's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to be being teased, and immediately pushed away Yan Yuan's support with a flick of his sleeve.

He said angrily: "You... the old minister is a deadly remonstrance! Empress, don't use clever words to intimidate and confuse right and wrong!"

Yan Yuan said: "It turns out that Yuchi Shangshu is remonstrating to death."

Her eyes fell on the object held in old man Yuchi's hands, and she said coldly: "I really didn't see it."

In his hand is a short knife, and this short knife is also in the hand of her old man Yan, which was carved by the late emperor himself and used as a gift for the best meritorious service.Short knives are not uncommon, but along with the short knives, there is also a sacred decree from the late emperor, whoever carries this knives, no matter what mistakes they make, their descendants will be saved from death.

This short knife is an iron coupon of Dan Shu imitated by the first emperor in ancient times.

Rounding up is approximately equivalent to a death-free gold medal.

At this moment, he kowtowed in front of Chen Lingchen with a dagger in his hands.

"Master Yuchi is really thoughtful, comparable to..."

Yan Yuan stood up and slowly walked past them, her eyes lightly passing over them.

The leader is Shang Shuling, the eldest brother who takes the lead.

The second row is a few white-haired old men, who seem to be highly respected ministers of meritorious service.

The third row should be people who are closely related to the abolitionist, such as the old and new relatives who have finally reached a tacit cooperation.

After that, there are some gamblers chasing fame and fortune, and some behind-the-scenes planners who may not have come forward in person.

Yan Yuan stood beside the third row, and said softly, "Much smarter than some adults who don't have the gold medal for avoiding death."

She didn't intend to fight with other heroes at first, but she just couldn't bear to see the dog emperor foolishly jumping into the tyrant's pit by himself, and then lay flat and was pulled by the historian.

Although this bastard doesn't do much human affairs on weekdays, he shouldn't be responsible for today's blame.

Yan Yuan spoke calmly.

The expressions of the people in the last two rows changed.

They are all old fritters in the court, how can they not know the key point?

They will stand up today, and it is not impulsive.The abolition of the empress is rare because the new and old Qi Dang and Qingliu are working together, and with the backing of the blue city old incident, Yan Zhou is no longer a good partner. How can the empress dowager and the emperor not know the key points? ?They probably also want to get rid of Yan Hou as soon as possible.

Logically speaking, they only need to make the scene full.

But what if it doesn't work?
They exchanged glances with each other, a little paleness appeared on their faces.

This time it was not pleading for the Taifu at the Jianqiu Banquet. Today they used the lotus lantern to threaten to abolish the Empress.

Once things fail, there is no way out.

Yuchi Shangshu was furious: "The Demon Queen! You can't shake people's hearts!"

He stood up tremblingly, put away the short knife in his hand, and roared angrily: "I can swear to the sky today, if the Holy Lord convicts me, as long as one of the people who ask for my order today is convicted, I will be guilty of the same crime with him, and I will live and die together." !"

The sun is like fire.

The old and desperate voice echoed in front of the stupa.

The old man's face could no longer tell whether it was tears or sweat, and the clothes were mixed with blood and wet.

Yan Yuan kept her head down. After hearing old man Yuchi's impassioned words, she raised her head slowly and smiled at the old man in the bath.

She said softly, "Okay."

The voice is crisp and crisp, relaxed and refreshing.

As if waiting for this sentence.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The situation has reached an impasse.

But Yuchi Shangshu's head suddenly couldn't go down.

He was provoked by the empress to show the greatest sincerity, just like a drama that sang the end first, since it is already a dead remonstrance to live and die together, the process of kowtow in front of the hall seems to be superfluous.

The emperor has not spoken yet.

He is not knocking, and he is not knocking, no matter whether he advances or retreats, it is very embarrassing.

Yan Yuan asked him softly: "I don't know what evidence Mr. Yuchi has to prove that I am a witch?"

The old man regained the steps, and immediately stared at Yan Yuan with blood-red eyes: "The queen worships ghosts in the plum garden, and the ever-burning lamp goes out, how can the queen justify?"

Yan Yuan said: "What if I can invite Concubine Mei here?"

The old man sneered: "Concubine Mei has already passed away for many years, how can I invite you here?"

Yan Yuan lightly said: "I can invite Concubine Mei's ghost here."

Her tone was relaxed, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and a tone of coaxing children was evident on her face.

In the eyes of the veteran, this is tantamount to humiliating in court.

His breathing became rapid in an instant, and he squeezed out a hoarse voice from between his teeth: "Empress, don't mess around! In this world..."

The old man suddenly realized something was wrong, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He swallowed the unfinished words, and stared at Yan Yuan with blood-red eyes.

"Yes, there are no ghosts in this world."

Yan Yuan softly finished the old man's unspoken words.

There was a sneer in her eyes, and the past meekness was swept away: "You don't even believe in something, why do you use it to coerce the emperor and dethrone the queen? Important ministers of the two dynasties, for the country and the people, Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"you……"

The old man stopped talking for a while, clenched his old hands into fists, and his face was blue and yellow.

In the deadlock of silence.

There was a muffled laugh.

Yan Yuan followed the sound and turned her head, and saw Chen Lingshen stood up at some point, looking at her through a layer of veil.His eyes were gloomy, as if snowflakes had fallen wherever he looked.

Yan Yuan met his eyes, and for some reason in her mind, she suddenly recalled the early morning when he escaped alone many years ago.

At that time, the snow on the snow field was knee-deep.He couldn't see anything, and he groped forward all the way, trying to find a way out, but he walked to the edge of the cliff by accident.

When she found him, he was trapped on the edge of the cliff, his thin body was standing precariously on the boundary, and he would be smashed to pieces just an inch away.

He can't go forward, and he can't go back.

The empty pupils are like a silent wilderness.

That year she found him, held his hand, led him away from the cliff, and dragged him out of the snowfield all the way.

But today, after many years, he still looks at her with that look.His face did not have the despair of a young man back then, but it had a similar emptiness.

This made Yan Yuan feel a trance in her mind:
Did she really take him away back then?

Why does he look like he never left the cliff.

……

Today, the emperor stands on the edge of the cliff in the imperial capital.

She is no longer Ning Bai.

But she still chose to reach out.