This queen is not too curly

Chapter 18 Autumn Banquet
After Song Yinzheng was dragged out, Chen Ling leaned on the couch and took a nap for a while.

The palace people walked into the palace silently, cleaned up the blood on the ground, and put the messy chess pieces back into the chess jar.Everything they did was extremely light, so as not to disturb the sleeping lion.

Everything was busy, and soon returned to tranquility, leaving only a faint sweet smell in the air.

I don't know how long it took, a young man wearing an imperial doctor's uniform walked into the bedroom softly, knelt down in front of the couch, and took Chen Lingshen's pulse.

The man looked no more than thirty, with a refined face, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time and said: "It is said that getting angry is easy to turn around, damage the spleen and stomach, why can't your majesty always remember?"

Chen Ling hummed lightly.

The man in the imperial doctor's uniform raised his head, and his probing eyes turned around Chen Lingchen's body.

At this moment, there is still a faint depression between Chen Ling's brows. He succeeded to the throne at a young age, surrounded by a pack of wolves. As he fell asleep, his temper became more and more unpredictable.

But getting angry like this is rare.

The young man said calmly: "I heard that His Majesty chopped off Song Taifu's hands?"

Chen Lingchen hummed lightly again.

The young man took out a thin needle from the needle bag, and pierced the acupoint on the top of Chen Lingchen's head familiarly. After a few needles settled down, he said calmly, "Song Yinzheng is famous for his neat and elegant lower script, and he has always been a man. Qing Gao, cutting off his hands is equivalent to killing him."

This time Chen Lingshen didn't make a sound.

The young man sighed.

The purpose of Song Yin's positive sage is not a secret among Qingliu.

Now that the government is in chaos, the relatives are fighting among themselves, and they are domineering. The entire government and the public are like a mountain without an owner. If the Queen Mother's followers and Yan Hou really join hands, I am afraid that it is not impossible to return to the days of listening to politics behind the curtain.

Under such a situation, Song Yinzheng's suggestion may be the best way to break the situation.

But after all his calculations, he missed one thing: there was an old enmity between the emperor and Marquis Dingbei.

The young man said: "It seems that His Majesty still can't let go of the Yan family."

That was three years ago.

Yanhou's fief is outside the pass. After the emperor escaped from danger at the border three years ago, his first destination was Dingbeihou's mansion.The emperor asked Yan Zhou for help, hoping that he could borrow some soldiers and horses so that he could lead his troops back into the snowfield, but Yan Zhou sternly refused, no matter how much the emperor begged, he did not waver at all.

After returning to the imperial capital, the emperor's first decision was to remove the military power of Dingbei Hou Yanzhou regardless of the cost.

New and old grudges, the Yan family were all thorns in Chen Lingchen's eyes, and he wished he could kill them soon.

It can be said that Song Yinzheng hit the south wall.

The young man leaned down and continued to administer acupuncture for the emperor, undoing the acupuncture points that had been sealed with silver needles one by one, then turned around and took some calming incense from the medicine box, and added them to the incense burner in the bedroom.

"At tomorrow's Autumn Appreciation Banquet, I'm sure we'll see that empress." The elegant fragrance rose up, and the young man's voice was gentle, "This feast carefully arranged by the Empress Dowager can be described as well-intentioned."

Chen Ling paused for a deep breath, and opened a slit of his eyes: "Why, don't you want your hands anymore?"

The young man smiled when he heard the words: "I don't dare."

……

The news of Song Yinzheng's death came to Wangshu Palace in the early morning of the next day.

At that time, Yan Yuan was sitting in front of the vanity mirror to do her makeup, she saw through the mirror that Xiaoyu's face was pale when she returned, and after inquiring curiously, she found out that the Grand Tutor hanged herself in her study room last night.

Xiao Yu leaned over and whispered in her ear: "I heard that he played chess with His Majesty last night and won a move from His Majesty, so he was dragged out of the Qianzheng Palace with his hands chopped off..."

Yan Yuan froze for a moment, and stopped what she was doing.

Although she didn't know much about the affairs of the previous dynasty, she still knew the opponents who often impeached her father.This Song Yin is exactly the Taifu of the current dynasty, the emperor's tutor, and the representative of Qingliu in the court.This person is elegant, and his whole body is covered with famous knots. In the past, even if his father was covered with sacks, because he was afraid of rumors, he only dared to scold him at the dinner table for being a pedantic stinky scholar. …

Unexpectedly, such a person would die so easily.

People in this imperial capital are really easy to die.

Yan Yuan stared at the mirror and sighed: "What a pity."

Xiaoyu was anxious: "Mother! Are you listening? That person, he's dead..."

Is it just bad luck?
Just because of a game of chess, the dignified Tai Tuo ended up with his hands cut off and dragged out of the Ganzheng Hall. She really couldn't imagine the days they wereted at the gate of the Qianzheng Hall. Bar?
But obviously, Yan Yuan didn't take this matter to heart.

She has been sitting in front of this mirror for half an hour today, all her attention is on the bronze mirror in front of her.

There are not many available people in Wangshu Palace now, and the new palace servants will arrive in two days, but the Empress Dowager's family banquet is at night.She wasn't sure if Chen Lingchen would remember the young general Ning Bai's face, after much deliberation, it would be safer to put more makeup on his face.

Right now her eyebrows are only half drawn.

Yan Yuan held the eyebrow pencil in her hand, held her breath, and used [-]% concentration to gently trace on her eyes with the tip of the pen.

The sky failed as people wished, and it was crooked.

Yan Yuan paused for breath, looked at herself with two caterpillar eyebrows in the mirror, and blinked silently.

Her hands, when she was young, learned how to throw a pot with perfect accuracy, she bent her bow and shot an arrow perfectly, even in a hand-to-hand dagger fight, she could shave off the opponent's eyebrows without leaving any scars on his face... But now, she can't draw What a stroke of the simplest eyebrows.

Yan Yuan: "..."

At dusk, Yan Yuansu walked out of Wangshu Palace facing the sky.

Strictly speaking, after Yan Yuan entered the palace, she had never really visited the inner courtyard of the imperial court.

The place where the Empress Dowager hosted the banquet was by the lakeside in the depths of the garden. In the crisp autumn weather, the autumn flowers and autumn scenery in the imperial garden were also colorful, and the air was filled with the scent of flowers.

When Yan Yuan was introduced to the door by the eunuch, she saw the gardens, pavilions, pavilions, carved railings and painted buildings at first sight.

"Empress, this way please."

The eunuch bowed to lead the way, and Yan Yuan walked forward silently behind him. From a distance, he saw a group of officials gathered by the lakeside. They were divided into two rows on the left and right.

The main seat of the banquet was set in the farthest pavilion by the lake. There were three seats in total, the emperor was in the middle, the empress dowager was next, and there was an empty seat, which was obviously reserved for the central palace.

All this was originally reasonable and more in line with etiquette.

If it wasn't for one more person in the pavilion.

On the dragon chair in the middle, sitting upright is a woman.The girl was born extremely beautiful, her eyes were like crescent moons, her body was weak and boneless, her jade-like arms rested on the head of the current emperor.

Yan Yuan: ...

"The empress is here—" the eunuch dragged his voice out.

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped at the next moment, and all the officials left the table and knelt down to salute: "See empress empress—"

For a while, the lakeside was extremely quiet.

Only the few above the main seat remained silent.

In the silence, the king on the dragon chair finally moved, and his lazy voice broke the awkward deadlock:

"Grapes," he said.

Yan Yuan: ...

Yan Yuan: ...well done.

(End of this chapter)