Concubine Raiders: Rebirth As a Queen

"Please." Shen Anyan lowered her head, "Let me be quiet, you are also quiet, we all think about it."

Yin Chenlang nodded fiercely, looked at Shen Anyan, took two steps back, and then turned around to go outside, "Okay, calm down, anyway, I won't give up, you need to be clear, it won't be problem."

Yin Chenlang turned and left. Everyone turned and left. Zhang Zhenlu handed the medicine box to the little **** next to him. He gave Shen Anyan a meaningful look and then turned and left. Only Shen Anyan was left in the hall.

...

How can it be……

Wouldn't this be a problem?

This is the problem.

You can't do it, I can't do it, we can't do it, Shen Anyan guessed, Yin Chenlang now knows that this situation can only be delayed.

Shen Anyan was a little confused about Yin Chenlang's last action and that look, because Shen Anyan had guessed what Yin Chenlang meant, but couldn't believe it.

Yin Chenlang said that after he became the throne, no one would dare to take care of him.

That would be at least ten years. If there was no Yin Lijin's poisoning, the emperor's life span would definitely be longer than ten years. Ten, ten years have changed, everything has changed.

Everything will change.

Yin Chenlang waited for ten years.

who knows.

Shen Anyan has no confidence in feelings, because Qiao Jianyu, who can imagine that a husband and wife in eight years can be unsympathetic to this point; who can imagine that they can be merciless in eight years day and night; who can imagine that they can be big in the same robe for eight years Kill the killer, watch her coldly, and send her to death.

Not to mention feelings, not even a trace of mercy.

There was no one in the hall, and it was surprisingly quiet. This caused Shen Anyan's feelings to be pressed against her throat. She turned her head to the dressing table without a bronze mirror, climbed down and started crying, her shoulders trembled, but there was no sound. What is suppressing, suppressing something.

"Lord." Zhang Zhenlu and Yin Chenlang were hanging out in the palace, the atmosphere was quiet and depressed, Zhang Zhenlu said.

"I won't pursue this matter." Yin Chenlang knew in his heart that Shen Anyan would also find out sooner or later, so Zhang Zhenlu was not allowed to say that Shen Anyan could guess more, but Yin Chenlang didn't understand why Shen Anyan had to investigate this. The question is, in the final analysis, you still don’t believe in yourself, and you will care about whether you have broken the picture. "She guessed it. It is herself who is sad."

Zhang Zhenlu heard Yin Chenlang's sense of anger, and sighed, "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about this injury, I'm afraid there is really no way now."

After all, the scar on Shen Anyan's face is still shocking, the wound is not small at all, quite conspicuous.

Yin Chenlang did not speak. He looked at the landscape in front of him. Although they were all man-made, they were still beautiful and picturesque, but Yin Chenlang looked messy and dazzled now.

"To tell you the truth, the birds caught their faces and they were lucky that they were not infected. The wounds were deep. I said at that time, I don't have much hope." Zhang Zhenlu spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

Yin Chenlang finally spoke and said, "I know, I asked, the mother concubine was not intentional, anyway, she will converge a little later."

Zhang Zhenlu originally wanted to say something, but swallowed it back, lowering his head and kicking the pebble in front of him.

"That can only be delayed for now. I haven't found a cure yet." Zhang Zhenlu turned to the subject and said. Of course, Zhang Zhenlu knew what Yin Chenlang was thinking about now. It was indeed a hurdle to break the situation. Yin Chenlang could only drag on, and if he didn't express his attitude, Xiao Anlan and the emperor couldn't help him.

...

"Then drag it."

After a long time, Yin Chenlang answered the conversation, not knowing what time he was thinking about.

It was a relatively peaceful few days before Yin Chenlang took over again. There are only a few things to do. It has been a few days, but gifts are still being sent in constantly. The palace is full of piles, but he just fainted and woke up. , Is the sight of the city, with endless guest posts.

After Yin Chenlang and Zhang Zhenlu separated, they went back by themselves. Many people came to visit, mostly to see if he was really dizzy, but how could this be seen, and they all left in anguish.

The clouds on this day are all lowered, as if there is something different from the usual, Yin Chenlang thought, the only difference is Shen Anyan's collapse today.

Actually there is...

There are many gifts. There are gift-giver and visitors, but today a different person came here. It is not that this person is special, but what they brought.

When Yin Chenlang heard the palace man coming to report, he hesitated for a while, and followed.

The discussion rules in the main hall are no different from the past, but Yin Chenlang's mood and attitude are not as lazy as before, but serious.

This is a different gift.

The twilight was in harmony, and the last setting sun was still stroking the horizon with nostalgia. The dawn of dusk is always gloomy, the scattered fog fills the earth, and the dim sunlight gives way to the darkness. At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the mountains and waters, intertwined into a floating picture, extremely magnificent.

At sunset, the setting sun shone with the afterglow of the setting sun from afar, and a crimson cloud in the sky reflected on the water.

The hazy twilight stretched from the shore to the lake, and the water turned from azure blue to iron gray. Surrounded by the tranquility of a deep and sacred twilight, everything lost its shape, and at first it melted into a piece of gray; then it melted into a piece of pitch black.

"Shen Anyan, Shen Anyan!" Yin Chenlang opened the door and walked in. The surroundings were quiet, and there was no movement. Yin Chenlang felt tight and walked inside. Finally, at the dressing table in the cabinet without a bronze mirror, I saw Shen Anyan.

Yin Chenlang approached, and the sleeping person breathed evenly and exhaled lightly. It was a comfortable look, but there were shallow tears on his face.

Yin Chenlang was about to hug Shen Anyan onto the bed, and the person in his arms woke up as soon as he picked it up.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

Yes, Yin Chenlang's white neck.

"What are you doing!" Yin Chenlang hugged him, and the quiet person who had just slept woke up and yelled twice. He was also taken aback, startled, and questioned with dissatisfaction.

"What are you doing?" Only then did Shen Anyan figure out what the posture was, and saw Yin Chenlang, whose facial features were as magical and beautiful as axe and axe, and he could smell Yin Chenlang's unique breath when he was so close. The masculine breath enveloped him. Shen Anyan around.

"Did the king move your bed? Why did you fall asleep on the table?" Yin Chenlang looked at the bed next to him. It is easy to get sick when sleeping like this in winter.

"Oh!" Shen Anyan remembered, and finally woke up from the confusion. After waking up, she rubbed her eyes and stopped talking to Yin Chenlang like a joke, "Let me down."

"It's dinner, I will hold you over."

"No, I will go by myself." Shen Anyan admits that she is still not so open. After all, she hasn't closed the door. It is earth-shattering for two people to live together. There can be no more extraordinary things. "People in the palace will see."

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