The queen is alluring

Chapter 416

Outside the Nanmu door, Eunuch Zhao said in a slightly trembling voice: "Slave... the slave obeys the order"

Yun Qing looked at Ling Yexuan's tense face and jaw, and suddenly found that he seemed to have aged a lot in just a few hours, and felt sore, she walked to his side and hugged him tightly in her arms.Ling Yexuan froze at first, then hugged her tightly, and were silent with each other...

Yelu Dana was like a pebble. There was a lot of turmoil between Yun Qing and Ling Yexuan, but he quickly recovered. His body was incinerated and his ashes were scattered. Ling Yexuan was almost able to deal with it. All the torture and humiliation that dead men do has been done, as if, to calm the anger in him.

But such Ling Yexuan made Yun Qing feel sad, reluctant, and heartbroken.

Lei Ting said that the reason why Ling Yexuan was like this was not only because she had entangled with these people in the past, but most importantly, although she stayed by Ling Yexuan's side, she didn't make him feel fulfilled.And the reason he said this was that at the full moon ceremony after she gave birth to Yun'er, the emperor was drunk, and when Yang Fei and Lei Ting helped him get off the dragon chariot, he murmured that he was afraid that she would be like Flying away like a fairy, she was even more angry and distressed at why such a woman, even if she was hugged in her arms, still felt unreal and illusory.

And all of this, even if Yun Qing knew about it, she could only remain silent, because she knew that no matter how hard she tried, she might not be able to give Ling Yexuan the so-called true feeling.When I feel that all this is a dream, how can I give him the truth?

Winter goes to spring and everything recovers, but the climate is still cold.The moonlight shone faintly in front of the Hall of High Heaven, splashing a piece of silvery white, the goshawk roared and spun, flapped its wings into the Hall of High Heaven, and stood in front of the ebony table.

Yun Qing looked at the note on the eagle's claw, lost his mind for a while, and then took it off. It turned out to be the letter sent back by Lei Ting who went to the Xiongnu again to see Sun Hengchu.

The letter stated that the reason why Chu Huan became an enemy of the Huns was that he discovered that the identity of the current leader of the Huns had been inextricably related to her.

For her, and for her.Yun Qing didn't know whether she should feel lucky that so many people in this world remembered her, or blame herself for being too reckless to get entangled with these people.

Crushing the note in his hand, Yun Qing ordered someone to fetch paper and ink, sat in front of the desk for a long time, and then slowly wrote a few lines, but then tore up a few times in a daze, and finally only a few lines were written. A few lines of handwriting were written with a few strokes, folded into the shape of a crane, and sent to the imperial study.

Almost as soon as Ling Yexuan's palace servants arrived at the imperial study, they rushed over quickly. As soon as they saw her, they clasped her shoulders with both hands, with an anxious and flustered expression, but when they saw her calm and warm, When the smiling face seemed to be relieved, he hugged her tightly in his arms and said, "I won't wrong you like this, I will find a way."

"The Southern Qi recuperated for four years before the people could live a stable life. The emperor pardoned the world last year, and this year he went to war with the Khitan. It was a waste of people and money. The Northern Chu is powerful. If something happens, it doesn't matter if the courtiers and concubines are ruined, but Lin'er will also become the future heir apparent, the emperor of Xuanye Kingdom." Yun Qing said slowly, leaning her head on his shoulder, feeling that this was the place where she felt most at ease.

"Wan'er" Ling Yexuan let go of Yun Qing, holding her delicate face, his eyes were full of pain.

"Believe me, I will wait for you, we are only separated temporarily." Yun Qing kissed his tight brow.

"No, no." Ling Yexuan suddenly pulled Yun Qing into his arms for self-help, pressed her head down, closed his eyes and growled.The smile on Yun Qing's face slowly bloomed, it was as beautiful as a flower, enough to make Wan Qian's beauty lose its color.

"I will wait for you in Yunshan..." Yun Qing's voice was exceptionally gentle...

In the late autumn of Xuanhong's 20th year, Leng, the first empress of Xuanye Kingdom, passed away due to a long illness, at the age of 20.The whole country mourns, hangs the white three months, and bestows the burial in the Mausoleum of the Zhengdong Emperor in Houshan.

In the late autumn of the 20th year of Hongxuan, leaves of sycamore trees fell down, spreading the whole Baizhang bluestone floor tiles in front of the gate of Lingxiao Temple, the cold was even more frosty, and the fog was heavy.In front of the deserted Lingxiao Hall, on the original gilt plaque with a vermilion blue background, there are bright yellow silk and tourmaline bead curtains hanging inside and outside, all covered by a piece of pure white. Wearing mourning clothes, kneeling in front of the front and rear doors, inside, a sound of wailing shook the entire palace, but it seemed that this towering imperial city was depressing and deserted.

Fifteen days later, the empress went to the funeral, and the entire Jinling City was filled with mourning and joy. Pale silks and satins were rippling in the wind like December snowflakes. Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses escorted the coffin to the Huguo Temple. Dragon, the scene is very magnificent.The restaurants on both sides of the street were crowded with people, but they all watched this scene silently.

Graceful and respected all her life, she became the little queen of Xuanye Kingdom from birth. The rumored eternal demon queen died suddenly at the age of 20, leaving countless mysteries at the same time.

The white figure, a heroic man standing on the attic of a secluded inn, squinting his eyes and staring at the scene, saw the mighty officers and soldiers carrying a long black-bottomed chariot with red lacquer and carved phoenix, on the chariot When an extremely heavy coffin was placed, both ends of which were tied with white silk and satin, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and the hands on the railing were also clenched into fists.

A gust of wind suddenly picked up, and the chill was bitter, and his moon-white embroidered eagle cloak was blown up, fluttering in the wind, lonely and majestic.

Behind him, a pretty woman dressed in fox fur and long jacket, full of tulle, came forward, also in a white gown, she looked at the officers and soldiers surging on the street and the heavy coffin, her voice was soft and soft He said coldly: "My lord, there are many people here, so I invite you to go back to the room to rest."

The man stood still, his handsome profile became more resolute in the wind, and the silver-white crown on the top of his hair shone coldly under the red sun in the morning. He looked deeply at the endless team , the sword eyebrows slightly tightened, and then when the coffin slowly passed under the inn, he suddenly closed his eyes, clasped his slender fingers on the railing, and made a cautious joint sound.

Seeing the man's pale and cold expression, the woman lowered her head and dared not speak any more.

The officers and soldiers dragged the heavy phoenix chariot coffins slowly into the downtown area, but apart from the crowds of people, there were only sad scores played by musicians on the whole street. The strings of red lanterns were also replaced with pale white. In front of the windows of the attic, the women who usually wear pink makeup are all dressed in plain clothes, but outside the window of the attic, there is a woman in a navy blue robe with sharp eyes. A stern man, he watched the officers and soldiers leave coldly, and then his figure disappeared on the carved window pane.

(End of this chapter)