Let Yu Jingtang calm down... What does this mean?
An Yan was doubtful and confused about what the Queen of Heaven said.
"May I ask the Queen...what does it mean?"
The Queen of Heaven now walked aside with her hands behind her hands. She was tall and tall, with a noble and majestic demeanor, looking at the far side outside the palace gate.
An Yan took the opportunity to look at Xuanyi, and saw her standing there with her eyes closed, her face covered with gauze making it difficult to see her thoughts.
"The feud between Yu Jingtang and Shen Tu is well known to both the government and the public. Weren't you seriously ill two days ago and unable to accept the order?" the Queen of Heaven said slowly.
Yu Jingtang, Shen Tuying...
An Yan pondered for a moment, and suddenly it became clear.
Factional quarrels arose, and Yu Jingtang seemed to want to do something to Shen Tuying, but the Queen of Heaven did not like it.
From this point of view, even with his own official position, he could not be considered as a daily servant in common sense. This was a special blessing. Yu Jingtang also understood the hidden meaning of the queen, which was why he initially chose to let him pretend to be sick and decline.
Shentu Ying, the general of the escort flag and the Duke of Zhenguo. After An Yan met Shentu Junshi at the Xiyuan Poetry Recital, she also inquired about Shentu Ying and found that this general actually held military power!
Among the five ministries, the Ministers of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Punishment all came from his disciples.
This influence and deterrence in the court may be greater than that of Yu Jingtang. No wonder Shentu Junshi can be so domineering, he has the capital.
But for such a powerful minister, doesn’t the Queen have any worries and fears in her heart?
"I don't know what Prime Minister Yu wants to do, but I'm afraid he won't listen to me." An Yan continued.
"It doesn't matter." The queen said calmly, her eyes looking indifferently.
"If you can't do it, just ask for the death penalty. Besides, you are already punished by death. Whether you can seize this chance of survival depends on you."
An Yan suddenly felt her heart tremble.
"Master Yu has always been arbitrary in his actions. He is just a nephew and a low-key person. Even if Yu Xiang's own son is afraid, it will be difficult to change his mind. Is the Queen making things too difficult for him?" Master Xuanyi, who was concentrating at the side, suddenly spoke with a calm voice. said.
The Queen snorted lightly and turned to look at Master Xuanyi: "Why, do you feel sorry for him?"
She walked back and forth beside An Yan and said slowly, "Your Xuanzhen sect has never accepted male disciples. What is so special about this guy that you are willing to accept him and teach him his cultivation methods?"
"Or is it because you feel guilty towards the Yu family?"
"I always act with a clear conscience." Master Xuanyi said calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.
"It seems you have forgotten what happened back then." The Queen sneered.
"The Queen doesn't need to say this." Master Xuanyi nodded slightly.
"This An Yan is extremely talented. If this poor man wants to understand the true meaning of heaven, he will be indispensable for his help in the future."
The Queen became quiet and stopped walking. She stood behind An Yan. An Yan couldn't notice her movements at the moment, but he listened carefully to the conversation between the Queen and Master Xuanyi and understood some things.
The Queen of Heaven knew about Xuanyi's wish for immortality early in the morning and seemed to be supporting her.
An Yan recalled that in the past, Master Xuanyi always emphasized repeatedly that the method she practiced was different from that of outsiders.
At this time, the Queen walked past An Yan again, went to the bed and lay down on her side again. When her jade arms were raised, her sleeves fell down, revealing her smooth and tender skin.
"Okay, let's keep him alive for now." She whispered to Master Xuanyi.
He turned to look at An Yan again, his eyes flashing.
"You go back and tell Yu Jingtang, let him remember the past relationship and don't make the matter irreversible."
An Yan took a deep breath and said, "I accept your order."
"Also, although you have become a historian, I always don't like what I say and what I do to be recorded in books. In informal situations, you just need to be honest."
"..."
"Let's go back."
An Yan glanced at Xuanyi again, and saw that she had closed her eyes again, and then bowed again: "I leave."
The etiquette in the palace was complicated. After An Yan stood up, he still bowed and retreated out of the palace.
There were only two people left in the hall, Xuanyi Zhenren and Tianhou.
The Queen of Heaven picked up a piece of rice paper from the table and read the words on it: "When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win over countless others in the world... This child has some poetic talent. No wonder Yun Jian will marry his daughter to him."
"The Queen likes these words? Can An Yan write some for the Queen alone?" Xuanyi said.
However, the Queen of Heaven threw the paper onto the low table with her backhand and sneered coldly: "I have heard people admonish me about this thing more than ten years ago."
Then he continued: "I will spare his life for your sake, but in a few days, it will be the time for the two countries to pay tribute. If any monks other than the envoys of Qin and Han are found in the city, they will be killed. That’s right.”
"Don't worry about it."
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An Yan walked out of Fuluan Hall, took out the vial from her waist, and put it in her palm.
The Queen... is also a mortal.
He thought silently in his heart.
At this moment, Shi Rong responded.
"Master An came out earlier than I thought."
There were palace maids not far away, Shi Rong smiled, put her hands on her belly, and looked respectful.
"The Queen said it was an informal setting and she didn't like historians recording her words and deeds."
Shi Rong was stunned when he heard this, and then reminded in a low voice: "The Queen is such a good-tempered person. Some historians who did not know how to adapt before... were secretly executed. Mr. An should be more careful in the future."
Kill the historian...
I don’t know if this queen is so bold or because she is so powerful.
An Yan chuckled lightly and walked towards the way he came.
"What is Mr. An holding in his hand?"
"If you like it, I'll give it to you."
"Master An gave me something, what kind of spice is this?" Shi Rong took the vial with a look of surprise on his face, then opened the stopper and put it between his noses to smell it.
An Yan immediately reached out to stop him.
"Master Xuanyi was also in the palace just now. Does she always accompany the Queen of Heaven?"
Shi Rong replied: "Zhenren Xuanyi is an important person in the country. He lives in the Zilan Hall in the West Garden of the palace. The road we took when we entered the palace just passed by there."
An Yan was thoughtful and continued: "When I entered Fuluan Hall just now, I found it very fragrant. I have never smelled it before."
Shi Rong chuckled and said, "The incense used in the palace is all from Lingzhou. It is a special gift for the royal family and cannot be smelled outside."
An Yan also smiled and said: "What a coincidence, what I just gave you was also produced in Lingzhou. It is essential oil boiled from dozens of exotic flowers. It has a special aroma that you have never smelled before. of."
Shi Rong was surprised: "It's such a rare thing! Master An just... gave it to me like this?"
She said with a blush on her face.
"No matter how precious something is, it must be put to its fullest use." An Yan said. "But because it is a refined product, you only need one drop for each use. Drop it into the incense burner and let it evaporate."
Shi Rong nodded vigorously and placed the vial on his chest with both hands, as if he had found a treasure.
An Yan continued to smile and said, "I see that Master Shi often appears near the Queen of Heaven, and a drop of it can be used in the Queen's chamber."
After hearing this, Shi Rong pondered for a while and said: "The incense used by the Queen of Heaven is also of the highest quality... Moreover, if there are two kinds of incense mixed..."
There seemed to be some reluctance on her face. After seeing it, An Yan thought to herself, maybe this woman didn't want others to smell this thing.
An Yan came closer and said, "I want Master Shi to smell this fragrance all the time. Can Master Shi know my thoughts?"
Shi Rong's face turned hot. Being so close, she could smell An Yan's scent, which made her dazzled.
"I understand...I'll take Mr. An out of the palace."
The two of them returned along the way they came, and soon reached the long street.
This time, Shi Rong took An Yan and moved directly into an empty room.
As soon as she closed the door, she couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged An Yan tightly. She breathed slightly and said, "Mr. An, there is no one here..."
Shi Rong said, raising her head, her face full of enthusiasm and obsession. She grabbed An Yan's hand and guided it into her clothes again.
An Yan pulled his hand back and said with a smile, "Master Shi, what do you want to do?"
Hearing this, Shi Rong smiled charmingly, held An Yan's hand tightly again, held it in front of her and said, "Mr. An is asking questions knowingly, don't you think about it in your heart? It's just to relieve your boredom... No one knows about it afterwards, so Mister An can rest assured. "
Relieve fatigue and boredom...
An Yan put his face close to her ear and whispered, "Master Shi, aren't you afraid of getting pregnant later?"
Shi Rong froze when he heard this.
This is indeed a big problem. Although all the women in the palace are lonely and unbearable, few of them dare to mess around. The main reason is that they are afraid of getting pregnant.
They are not people with a backing. Once something happens, no one can protect them.
She looked at An Yan right in front of her and felt a rush of heat rush to her forehead, and she held An Yan's hand tighter.
"It's okay!" She suddenly spoke, her red lips parted slightly, and her throat rolled several times.
"At the end, I..."
Shi Rong said, licking his lips gently with his tongue, and swallowed.
Her pretty face was hot, and she lowered her head shyly, but soon raised her head to look at An Yan expectantly.
"Master An, do you understand?"
