Chapter 57 Hugging Into My Arms

Yuan Shi just glanced at Madam Linglong indifferently, her expression was not affected at all, as if she didn't know her at all.

She stepped forward and knelt down to salute, "My wife, Yuan Cuiyu, sees the empress, and the empress is blessed."

"Yuan Cuiyu!" The queen stared at her. When she was young, she had met Yuan Shi several times. Even though she was a woman, she had to admit that Yuan Shi was indeed a celestial figure, but she was not the kind of person who would make people laugh. jealous beauty.

Seeing each other again after many years, the queen subconsciously touched the corners of her eyes. The years seemed to bypass Yuan Shi. She was just a little more vicissitudes than before, but she was not old.

"Here!" Yuan Shi folded his hands on the ground, bowed his head down and then raised his head, his eyes were gentle and indifferent.

Prime Minister Xia watched from behind the screen. This was the first time he had seen Yuan with the eyes of an outsider in so many years.

It had to be said that she and Chen Linglong were kneeling outside, not to mention that Chen Linglong was beaten like this now, she was well dressed, and her appearance was not a tenth of hers.

As for temperament, attitude, and connotation, they are even more directly thrown away.

He had very complicated feelings in his heart, which made him a little sick.

The queen ordered someone to unfold the scroll, and asked sharply, "Mr. Yuan, do you recognize this painting?"

Mrs. Linglong climbed up and looked at her eagerly, "You can't deny that this is what you drew, it's absolutely true."

Yuan scrutinized the painting for a while, without looking at Mrs. Linglong, just nodded slightly, "Returning to the empress, this is indeed a painting made by my wife."

Mrs. Linglong suddenly yelled in ecstasy, "Empress, she admitted that she did the painting, and it has nothing to do with my concubine, it has nothing to do with my concubine."

Yuan Shi stared at her blankly, her brows furrowed, the beauty's frowning appearance was really tempting.

Even the queen couldn't help feeling sorry for Prince An when she saw this expression. How could she lose to an old man like Xia Huaijun?

Concubine Mei subconsciously glanced at Prime Minister Xia beside her, and sighed softly, "Cousin, you really..."

Prime Minister Xia had a gloomy face, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Mrs. Linglong looked at the queen anxiously, her voice trembling with excitement, "Mother, she admitted it, you interrogated her, all of this has nothing to do with the concubine."

The queen said angrily: "Yuan Shi, you are so brave, how dare you use this painting to subvert the imperial court secretly?"

A trace of surprise gradually appeared on Yuan's fair face, "Your Majesty, this painting was given to Prince An by my wife, and it does not imply the intention of overthrowing the court."

Mrs. Linglong knelt on the ground and said in a loud voice: "Look at the plum blossoms in the painting and the defeat of Mujinhua, which alludes to the revival of the Li family. Mujinhua is the name of Taizu. You are subverting the court. .”

Mrs. Linglong was a little excited, it was great, God helped her, she couldn't get rid of Yuan Shi with all her efforts, but she didn't expect her to be planted in her own painting, God really has eyes.

Madam Linglong screamed wildly in her heart, even her eyes were filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

Hearing Mrs. Linglong yelling, Zi'an just shook his head slightly. The Queen's move was so vicious. Xia Huaijun could see the difference between the two with his own eyes. However, she liked this kind of viciousness.

Either don't move, or poke your heart when you move.

Moreover, she believes that her mother can easily explain the meaning of the painting, which has nothing to do with treason.

Sure enough, Yuan Shi said: "My lady, hibiscus flowers bloom in the morning and fall in the evening, and they will bloom again as soon as the sun rises tomorrow. How can this be called a failure? As for the pear blossoms, it is because it is in March, and pear blossoms are better than snow in March. Only in winter, winter, the end of the year, even if there is an allusion, it only means that the Li family's world has come to an end, there is absolutely no conspiracy at all."

The queen snorted when she heard the words, "Even if you make sense, but when you made this painting, you were already married to the Prime Minister, why did you send the painting to Prince An?"

Yuan was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Prince An's heart for my wife, I knew it long ago, he returned to the court after making meritorious service, and came to ask for marriage, but at that time, my wife had already promised Xia Huaijun, and he had a long-lasting relationship with him." In front of the late emperor, he swore to be his wife for the rest of his life, but my wife couldn't bear it, so she told him with this painting that my wife had found a good husband and son-in-law, and asked him to forget about my wife."

Although Prime Minister Xia heard Mrs. Linglong say this just now, he still didn't believe it. Now that he heard Mrs. Yuan say it himself, his heart seemed to be hit hard by something.

He remembered that in the light rain that day, he and Prince An rode horses from the East Street. She was standing on the balcony of Shiyaxuan, half leaning against the railing, her hair was wet by the light rain, and she stuck to her beautiful face. Holding a book in her hand, as if all the external hustle and bustle had nothing to do with her, she was so independent from the world.

At that time, Prince An looked at her, his eyes could not move. After riding away, Prince An told him that this is the girl she likes, and when he returns from the expedition, he will marry her as his princess.

He has always known that Prince An likes Yuan Cuiyu to the bone. He and Prince An are good friends, but he has always felt inferior because he has almost nothing comparable to Prince An.

He is inferior to him in terms of background, combat achievements, appearance, talent, and martial arts. He even thinks that Prince An's friendship with him is to use him to reflect his own nobility and talent.

After Prince An's expedition, he pursued Yuan Cuiyu crazily. He didn't know whether he fell in love with Yuan Cuiyu or because he wanted to beat Prince An.

In short, when he finally begged Master Yuan to marry Yuan Cuiyu to him, he was elated and couldn't wait to see the sadness and despair on Prince An's face.

In fact, even if he married Yuan Cuiyu, he still felt that Yuan Cuiyu might not love him, it was just her parents' orders that she could not disobey.

However, now that he heard her talk about his state of mind at that time, he felt as if he had been in another world. An indescribable emotion swelled in his chest, turning into sourness and slowly hitting his nose.

He saw Prince An's pain as he wished, and he was happy for a long time, but Prince An broke off relations with him, and he declared that Prince An was too stingy.

There was a picture that appeared in front of his eyes through time and space. When he lifted her red hijab, her eyes were not always black and quiet, but looked at him with deep affection.

His heart suddenly ached.

Murong Jie stood behind Zi'an, and his breathing was in Zi'an's ears, "When Yuan Shi painted this painting, she should have loved your father very much in her heart, but she didn't expect that in the near future , she was let down so badly."

With compassion in his heart, Zi An said softly, "Sometimes, we think that loving someone is a lifetime, but in fact, it may be just a moment."

Murong Jie's heart was a little touched, seeing the curvature of her side face, he couldn't help it, his hands circled behind her, and gently embraced her.

Zian was shocked, as if something was slowly disintegrating in her heart, she raised her head, her ear touched his chin, his breathing was right next to her ear, slightly rapid.

Zi'an relaxes, just once, just indulges herself once, let her lie to herself that there is still a hug to hide from.