Chapter 118 Does his heart belong?

Author: Bailing Pomelo

Being fooled.

A voice sounded in Yan Yuan's mind.

At that time, Chu Lingchen was standing a few steps away from her.

His body blocked the skylight that fell into the temple outside the house and cast a shadow on the mottled bloody ground.

The expression on his face was hidden in the shadow of the backlight. It was so blurry that it was hard to see clearly, but for some reason, the sarcasm between his eyebrows clearly fell into Yan Yuan's eyes.

During the stalemate, silence spreads.

The speechless embarrassment lasted for a while.

It took a long time.

Chu Lingchen's voice sounded faintly: "Is that right?"

Yan Yuan: “…”

He actually made a metaphor for her bad temper.

This is actually his first questioning in such a situation.

Yan Yuan suddenly didn't want to explain.

The incident happened suddenly, and she almost forgot that Chu Lingchen's heart was more eye-catching than a beehive.

She also explained in a panic, afraid that in his eyes, he would become a laughing stock and a handle for his willful humiliation and teasing.

He was such a dog thing that could not get into the air.

Yan Yuan's face also turned cold, and she raised her head and said, "So your Majesty wants to arrest me for trial?"

Chu Lingchen stared at Yan Yuan's eyes and slowly said: "Didn't you explain it?"

Yan Yuan said: "If I explain, you believe it?"

Being trusted by others is not the way this dog is doing.

Chu Lingchen looked at Yan Yuan, and his eyes were filled with calm pool water, and he didn't seem to want to answer this question.

Yan Yuan asked again: "Then can I leave here?"

Chu Lingchen said: "Yes."

Is this dog sex change?

Yan Yuan simply suspected that it was raining red.

Or is he still having a bigger pit waiting for her?

Yan Yuan wandered in the hall for a while again.

She was still confused, but she was worried that Chu Lingchen would have a gloomy temper and immediately changed her mind, so she turned around and left the Main Hall simply.

In the Buddhist temple, Chu Lingchen's gaze followed Yan Yuan and watched her figure disappear at the door.

Then he lowered his head, his eyes fell on the mottled blood on the ground, and his pupils were cold.

...

Yan Yuan had returned to the temple's wing room, changed into clean clothes, and then went to Song Wan'er's room.

She probably knew that Song Wan'er wanted to frame the situation just now, but she was still a little confused about why she did this.

If you are just competing for favor, why do you need to destroy your own appearance?

At that time, Luo Ziqiu had just finished her medicine and bandage. The palace people accompanying him were hurried out with a pot of bloody water. Luo Ziqiu followed him and happened to meet Yan Yuan at the door.

Luo Ziqiu leaned over and saluted: "Empress."

Yan Yuan asked him: "How is Concubine Xu's injury?"

Luo Ziqiu said: "The injury is a minor injury. It will be healed after a few days of recuperation. However, the knife was burned by fire, and the scratched skin is probably difficult to heal."

Yan Yuan said: "Is she awake? Can I visit me?"

Luo Ziqiu said: "Yes."

His expression was as usual and his voice was calm, as if he could not remember that the theoretical murderer standing in front of him was the one who stood in front of him.

This made Yan Yuan not understand.

No matter what, she is the real culprit in theory.

What did he and Chu Lingchen think, the master and servant?

Luo Ziqiu really turned around and walked away, and Yan Yuan could only walk into the room with a lot of suspicion.

The room was empty.

Only the sunlight fell quietly on the windowsill.

At this time, Song Wan'er was lying on the bed. Her hands and face were covered with thick gauze. Her exposed lips were pale and almost bloodless. Her pair of affectionate eyes that were circulating on weekdays were like dryness.

The spring of the spring.

She lay expressionlessly, like a mud statue exposed to the sun and lost water.

Until Yan Yuan walked to the bed and stood still, the mud statue in front of him suddenly widened his eyes, and a terrifying and disbelief flashed out of his eyes.

"You...why are you..."

Song Wan'er opened her mouth and squeezed out a hoarse voice from the bottom of her throat, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't squeeze out the complete words.

"Why am I free."

Yan Yuan calmly finished her doubts for her.

She was also confused about this question, so she couldn't answer her as she wished.

Yan Yuan said: "I'm here, I just want to answer your question."

Yan Yuan stared at Song Waner and said softly: "I do have mercy on you, but it was not just now, but a long time ago, when you dug a trap and led me to the hot spring in the back mountain to die."

Song Wan'er suddenly widened his eyes: "You...know..."

Yan Yuan looked at her from a high place, and a light of regret flowed out from her eyes.

"I have heard of you for a long time. When I was in the border town, I was a gentle and talented woman who was familiar with poetry and books... It was different from what I saw later. At that time, I thought that this person probably suffered a lot."

Song Wan'er lay stiffly on the bed, gasping violently.

"But Song Wan'er, you can't be a robber and want others to be merciful."

Song Wan'er suddenly stopped breathing.

Yan Yuan's voice was very light, but it seemed as if a knife blade was slashing through her ears. Although there was no wound, it seemed that her whole body was soaked in blood.

It's probably like this to die.

Song Wan'er thought slowly.

The feeling of despair slowly spread. Instead of feeling pain, she felt indescribable pleasure, so much so that she almost wanted to laugh.

She pulled off the gauze tied to her face, sat up and hissed:

"You are not worthy of judging me!"

"You have never tasted hunger. You were born with everything and never paid any price for your life. What qualifications are you to judge others with high standards and lack of grace and kindness in order to survive?!"

She had never hated anyone so much, and she had never even hated her legitimate sister.

Yan Yuan was born a nobleman and has been favored by many people since she was a child. Even at the border, she had heard that Yan Hou had a pearl in his hand.

Just because he had a little cold disease, he devoted all the famous doctors and medicines in the world. Even his father searched for pharmacies in the border town, hoping to find good medicines to drive away the cold so that he could go to Dingbei Hou Mansion to flatter him.

But she had to work hard to get a steamed bun, and she needed to use all her wealth and destiny as a bet to read, wear decent clothes, and win a little bit of love from her father.

She had exhausted her luck to meet the person who could take her out of the border town and fly to the branches.

Although that person didn't love her, he knew that he was willing to give her the most noble position in the world.

She almost thought she was about to escape from the mud.

But God's will made Yan Yuan lack a medicine.

It's just a lack of medicine.

That's all.

Everyone paved the way for her overnight.

Because this position is more comfortable for her to treat her, she easily took up the position of queen, and everything happened naturally. With a magnificent momentum, even Chu Lingchen had no way to resist, let alone her, Song Wan

you.

It was just because there was a grass in front of Yan Yuan.

They set fire to the mountains in her life.
To be continued...