This queen is not too curly

Weichen has already promised him on behalf of his mother.

After Luo Ziqiu finished speaking, he looked at Chen Lingchen with a smile.

Chen Lingchen really frowned, his pale face was covered with dark clouds, but he didn't get angry.

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly: "That's what he wants."

Luo Ziqiu: "..."

Luo Ziqiu naturally knew that the person in front of him was angry, but he fulfilled his promise to Wei Chenyu as he wished, and also discovered an interesting thing:

Chen Lingchen didn't seem to understand the reason for his anger so thoroughly.

This is really an interesting discovery.

At this moment, there was already a pile of documents piled up on Chen Lingchen's desk, and those were all the court memorials that had been accumulated over the past few days and waited for approval.

Chen Lingchen picked up a copy casually, and his eyes glanced hastily.

Langhao vermilion brush ink on it: no.

The finished memorial was put aside, and Chen Lingchen touched another copy immediately, and finished reading it within a breath.

Zhubi Luomo: Refute it for retrial.

The bony finger bones touched the third book, and Chen Ling remained expressionless.

Notes: rod death.

Luo Ziqiu: "..."

Really sinful.

Luo Ziqiu stood there and sighed.

In order to prevent him from massacring and causing his reputation as a tyrant to rise to the next level, he found a few memorials from a pile of memorials and handed them to Chen Lingchen: "These should be the impeachment of the empress by the imperial concubine's followers. "

Luo Ziqiu said solemnly: "These people do not coincide with the list of Wei Chenyu's confession, but because of their own advantages and disadvantages, they also became accomplices in this incident."

Chen Ling opened the memorial calmly.

Sure enough, the memorials all accuse the queen of the current dynasty of worshiping ghosts in Meiyuan. Those words are long and full, accusing the queen of not only disturbing the harem, but also disturbing the previous dynasty. .

The content of a letter memorial is similar.

Chen Ling's face became more and more indifferent.

"They're not the only ones making trouble."

"There is also an unspoken alliance in the harem."

"Tu Shan, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, was probably afraid that the empress would find something in the plum garden and implicate him in the crime of human trafficking, so he added fuel to the rumors."

"Someone in the Empress Dowager's Palace seemed to be listening to the wind, inciting the Empress Dowager to inspect the plum garden."

"And there is... Bixi Palace."

Luo Ziqiu stopped talking, but didn't go into details.

These things are different from the previous dynasty, they are considered to be Chen Lingchen's housework.

He stacked the memorials on the desk into different camps, and placed them on the desk by category. Finally, he put the memorials related to Bixi Palace at the forefront, and it was obvious that he liked what he hadn't said.

Since returning from offering sacrifices to the imperial mausoleum, the noble concubine in Bixi Palace seems to have nothing to do with the world. She is curled up in Bixi Palace, but in fact she has a close relationship with Mr. Tu Shan. do less.

It can be said that this imperial concubine hated the empress.

It's a pity that it fell short in the end.

Luo Ziqiu's eyes drifted to the direction of the bedroom, and he sighed sincerely:

"The empress's visit is really a disaster from all directions."

"It's fate to be able to live in peace."

Chen Ling remained silent.

He had gone through all the memorials related to Bixi Palace, but he didn't say anything, he just threw all the memorials into the stove in front of him.

In an instant, flames enveloped the memorial, and a wisp of green smoke curled up.

Luo Ziqiu understood: "Yes, my subordinates will handle it."

Chen Lingshen never hated people who planned with their hearts, but he didn't like stupid people. These Song family members played at this time, and they were neither sincere nor intelligent. It would be a disaster to keep them.

Luo Ziqiu took the order and got up to leave.

Walking to the door, I took another look when I looked back.

In the study, Chen Lingchen's face was still in a bad mood, his brows were still tightly furrowed, the bluish-gray under his eyes was about to spread to his entire face, and his complexion looked even gloomy than before.

Is it because of Yan Yuan?

Luo Ziqiu stopped in his tracks, thoughtful.

Chen Lingshen's mood was not calm at the moment, and his hostility was still there. I'm afraid his insomnia would get worse tonight.It's fine as usual, but Yan Yuan will stay in the Qianzheng Palace tonight, if he does something impulsively, the consequences will be disastrous.

Luo Ziqiu stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, finally turned back to the study, and said in a gentle voice: "This subordinate has a doubt, which has been speculated in my heart for a long time, and I have never dared to ask the Holy One to clarify it."

Chen Lingchen lowered his eyes and did not lift his head.

Luo Ziqiu said directly: "This subordinate knows that His Majesty likes smart people."

As he spoke, he observed Chen Lingchen from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that he showed no signs of getting angry, Luo Ziqiu continued: "The Empress is also a smart person, what does Your Majesty think?"

Chen Lingchen finally raised his head, his face was cold: "What do you mean by that?"

"This subordinate just thinks that His Majesty treats the empress..." Luo Ziqiu's face remained unchanged, and he said carefully, "It is very strict."

Chen Lingshen was violent and moody, but he had one advantage. He didn't mind the ambitions of those around him.

He even admires those who are brave and resourceful, and who can make choices.

Just like how he looked at Song Wan'er, a concubine from the border town.He was grateful for her kindness and appreciated her ambition, so he was willing to cooperate with her to help her achieve her wish and become a master, let her lead the whole clan to ascend to heaven, and become a new rich man in the imperial capital.Even though she knew that Song Wan'er had plotted many tricks for her clan brothers, she never cared about her.

All this is because Song Waner is a smart person.

Yan Yuan is also a smart person.

But his attitude towards Yan Yuan is quite different.

He had killed her since the first time we met, and his attitude didn't improve after turning an enemy into a friend.

It was like a cat seeing a mouse, or a squirrel seeing a praying mantis. He almost targeted her everywhere with outrageous malice, watching her live and die in different ways, enjoying the pleasure of torturing and teasing her.

He would rather take a detour than drag her into the water to see her in a mess.

Luo Ziqiu sighed: "Your Majesty's body is weak, if His Majesty doesn't intend to take her life, let her go for now..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sharp gaze.

That was Chen Lingchen.

His eyes were like icy blades, and he fell on Luo Ziqiu's body coolly, and the hostility between his brows instantly became thick.

He said, "Why, it's not good enough to treat her alone?"

Luo Ziqiu: "..."

What do you say?
Luo Ziqiu mocked from the bottom of his heart, but his face was still full of smiles.

He said: "Your Majesty is so kind to the world, the treatment of the empress is naturally not bad, but it can be better."

For example, now let that unlucky person look back at Shu Gong, so that she can have a good sleep, if she gets angry a few more times, she should vomit blood and die.

Of course, Chen Lingchen didn't know what Luo Ziqiu was thinking.

He just frowned and sneered: "Leaving her alone, so what if she treats her alone? Isn't the matter of Meiyuan her own dead end?"

Copy scriptures from the pagoda, jump into the lake in the imperial garden.

This is all she asked for.

If she didn't take the initiative to go to the Plum Garden to stir up trouble, if she found something strange in the Plum Garden and reported it honestly, if she entered the pagoda and kept herself safe, how could she have caused these sufferings?

Knowing that a big net has already fallen in the harem, she insists on getting in by herself.

She concealed those things and did not report them. She deserved what she deserved when she fell into such a situation.

During the silence, the familiar disgust and depression came to my heart again.

Chen Lingshen's face turned bluer.

Luo Ziqiu said: "So, the Holy Majesty thinks that the empress treats the Holy Majesty... not sincere enough?"

Chen Ling had a gloomy face and did not answer.

Luo Ziqiu knew it in his heart: "Your Majesty does have reservations about the Holy Majesty, and it is normal for His Majesty to vent his anger."

He changed the subject: "Your Majesty, do you think Concubine Xu is sincere? Is she sincere?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Lingchen frowned.

Both Chen Lingshen and Luo Ziqiu knew who Song Wan'er was.

She is a scheming and exquisite Jieyuhua. She has grown from a daughter of a county magistrate to the current position of noble concubine.

She has overcome obstacles all the way, and only treats herself sincerely. Such a person may not even have a sense of morality, let alone being sincere.

Luo Ziqiu now lumps them together, obviously there are ulterior motives in what he said, and he is laying out traps around the corner.

Chen Ling said impatiently: "You can say what you want, you don't have to make false claims, it's boring and boring."

"Is your majesty angry?"

"Luo Ziqiu."

"Concubine Xu is always seeking personal gain for herself, the Holy Majesty doesn't care about it, the humble minister's words are devious, the Holy Majesty is just irritable, and doesn't care about the humble minister...but alone, she always gets angry with the empress."

"..."

The corner of Luo Ziqiu's mouth curled up into a smile of unknown meaning, and his voice became softer and softer: "Why does Your Majesty want to argue with the Empress about those boring and boring things?"

"..."

After Luo Ziqiu finished speaking, he left the study room, leaving behind Chen Lingchen with a gloomy expression, guarding the study room alone.

The heavy rain fell, the evening wind blew a burst of damp air, and the cool air came from all directions, mercilessly penetrated into every inch of bone.

Chen Lingchen still sat motionless in front of the desk.

Just like a statue.

Soon the night fell, and the study room became darker and darker.

The maid tiptoed into the study lightly, and lit a candle on the desk.The old eunuch followed behind the maid and put a sable cloak on Chen Lingchen.

"It's late autumn, and the night is cold and frost is falling. Your Majesty, please be careful to keep warm."

Chen Lingshen did not respond.

The old eunuch has long been used to it.

He directed the maids to close the windows of the study room, and then wiped the raindrops on the seats by the window with dry silk.The maids did as they were told, and wiped it, only to find that a few drops of rain had fallen on the vermilion cabinet in the corner, so they took advantage of the opportunity to wipe it off as well.

When the old eunuch saw it, his expression changed drastically. He grabbed the maid's wrist and pulled her back to his side: "Touch something randomly, back off!"

The palace maid turned pale with fright, and staggered out of the study.

The old eunuch patrolled the study again before returning to the desk. He bid farewell to Chen Ling, and then quietly exited the study.

At the last moment of closing the door, he seemed to hear a low voice coming from the study:

"I'm alone."

there is nothing?
What is missing?
The old eunuch was afraid that he would miss the imperial decree, so he leaned over the door and listened for a long time, but he didn't hear anything, so he could only leave the study suspiciously.

It was quiet again in the study.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting Chen Ling's heavy profile.

He maintained the same posture for a long time, then finally stood up, picked up the candle on the desk and walked slowly to the window.

It was raining heavily outside the window.

The rain beat against the window lattice.

He was alone with the lamp on, and his eyes fell on the vermilion wooden cabinet beside the bed.

Raindrops fell on the wooden cabinet, and under the light of the candlelight, spots of eczema appeared on the wooden cabinet.

Chen Ling approached slowly.

He stared at those moments, raised his hand, and wiped the raindrops with his sleeve, bit by bit, drying them all.Then he took a stick of incense from the bookcase behind him, lit it with a candle, and stuck it on the window lattice.

……

In the emperor's bedroom, the court lady was kneeling in front of the bed, carefully wiping the plaster on Yan Yuan's hands.

Doctor Luo just explained before leaving that the plaster on the empress's fingers is used to relieve pain, and if left on for a long time, it will easily make people dizzy, so it needs to be wiped off after about an hour, and replaced with a new blood-activating medicine.

A quarter of an hour has passed since Doctor Luo said the hour.

She should have wiped off the ointment a long time ago, but just now she saw the two old scars on the empress's palm. She was stunned for a long time, wondering if the new medicine in her hand could be applied to the old scars. Forgot the hour.

It's too late now.

The palace maid was panicked, she finally finished applying the medicine and wanted to leave quickly, but she didn't want to turn around and meet a pair of quiet and deep eyes.

The light in the bedroom was dim, and the pupils of those eyes were like poisonous snakes in the dark night, and their gazes were its fangs.

"Ahhh-"

The maid staggered and collapsed in fright, and the basin in her hand fell to the ground.

Seeing the gold-woven ink brocade skirt on the ground in a trance, she suddenly woke up like a dream, knelt on the ground and apologized: "Your Majesty, forgive me! This servant is a death penalty! This servant just lost his mind and did not recognize the Holy Majesty, this servant..."

She knelt on the ground and shivered, her heart ashamed.

I thought I couldn't survive.

It's just that she didn't expect to wait for a long time without waiting for the emperor's wrath. She mustered up the courage to look up again, only to find that the violent king had left the side of the bed and sat on the pear blossom wooden chair outside.

There is the limit that the light of the candle can reach.

The young emperor was leaning on his seat, his large clothes fell on the coffee table, like a dark cloud falling between the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.

Is he planning to stay in the bedroom?

The palace maid looked back at the dragon bed tremblingly. Although it is common for emperors and queens to sleep together, but the empress is unconscious at the moment, the Holy Majesty, he probably wants to... right? ? ?

"Your Majesty... Slaves... Your Majesty, she's asleep..."

"Get out."

In the silence, an indifferent voice sounded.

The maid did not dare to speak any more.

She stumbled out of the bedroom, and just before going out, she glanced at the bed for the last time, her eyes were full of sympathy.

She remembered that gentle lady, under the sycamore tree, she always wore a goose yellow dress, and when she ran into a few of their servants, she always smiled, her face was a little warmer than the warm sun.

It's a pity, why can't I think about entering the palace.

How did you enter the Ganzheng Palace?

What an unlucky man.

She sighed and closed the door.

In the bedroom, Chen Ling opened his eyes.

Now that the night is dark, the bedroom has lost the calming fragrance of the past, and it has become a little strange.

His head was already aching, and there was a rush of anxiety in his chest, and his temples were also throbbing.

He looked coldly at the gauze curtain that separated the inside and the outside a dozen steps away.

Behind the gauze curtain is the bed.

...still too far.

Chen Ling frowned deeply.