After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

A thick raindrop fell on the blue-gray stone road, smashing out a mass of scattered watermarks.

Like a charging horn.

Soon, countless equally thick raindrops came one after another.

Torrential downpour.

Li Baoquan, who was waiting in the doorway with the mausoleum guards, looked at the sudden heavy rain, and his expression immediately changed.

He quickly opened the umbrella he bought earlier, and walked out of the door quickly.

"Eunuch Li..."

He ignored the lieutenant's call behind him, and walked further and further in the rain curtain without looking back.

The rain was so heavy that it even vaporized.Soon, Li Baoquan's figure could not be distinguished clearly in the rain.Because of the strong wind, most of his clothes were wet, only his gray hair was still dry.

He walked twenty or thirty steps away before he stopped and turned around. He raised his umbrella and looked up the Ming Building, trying to find the thin gray-clothed figure on the top of the building through the rain.

Unfortunately, the battlements blocked Ye Qinghuai's figure.

Li Baoquan became anxious.

The emperor clearly ordered that none of them go to the city, but with such a heavy rain, the emperor did not have an umbrella by his side, so he must be drenched.

"Your Majesty!" Li Baoquan shouted from downstairs.

His call sounded like a driftwood amidst the torrential rain, and it was drowned without even a single wave breaking up.

Li Baoquan became even more anxious.

As an old man in the palace who had devoted his whole life to the position of eunuch, no matter when he was with Emperor Shunping or Ye Qinghuai, he never once disobeyed his master's order.

Therefore, at this moment, he was repeatedly tormented by his duty of being a loyal servant and worrying about Ye Qinghuai.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a figure holding an umbrella appeared faintly in the rain curtain of the official road in the distance.
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Ye Qinghuai felt very hot.

The altar of wine was like a fire, rolling down her throat into her lungs, and soon burning in her chest, and burning along her blood to her limbs and bones.

The heavy rain fell on her body, and soon soaked the cleared robe, making the lining wet against her body.

But Ye Qinghuai only felt cool and comfortable.

The torrential rain seemed to be the catharsis of the depression in her heart.The heavier the rain, the happier she felt.

Ye Qinghuai leaned on the ground with her sword and stood up with support. The wine jar, which was only half left, was swept away by her robe and fell down in the rain. The wine mixed with the rain and scattered in all directions.

She staggered out of the closed door of Minglou, raised her left hand abruptly, and grasped the carved sandalwood on the door with all her strength. In the rain, that slender hand was like an eagle's claw with sharp knots.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the faintly shadowed memorial tablets in the house, and suddenly raised one corner of his mouth, showing a paranoid smile, and said: "The ancestors, Delong Wangzun, shined brightly on the sun and the moon, but you might have expected that Ye's Did the country finally fall on the woman's shoulders?"

She laughed at herself, the sharp light in her eyes faded, and said: "I don't want to be this emperor at all... I don't believe what they say 'governing a big country is like cooking a small fish'. Why is it so difficult to cook a small fish? ? Governing a big country is like running a big country, and if you make a wrong move, you may be lost forever."

Ye Qinghuai loosened her grip on the carving on the door, her expression sank, the rain dripped down the loose strands of hair on her forehead, but it couldn't cover her resolute gaze.

"Since the gods let everything start again, it means that Dajing's life should not be terminated. Although I used the name of a woman to steal the country, and my crime should be punished, but I still ask my ancestors to give me some time. I will tell everyone It proves that God’s choice is not wrong. I will turn the tide and help the building to collapse. When everything is settled and back on track, I will go to Huangquan to plead guilty to the ancestors. But now , I also ask you to lend me your strength."

In the gurgling rain, Ye Qinghuai's thin figure stood upright.At her feet, the long sword wrapped around her right palm suddenly shook.

Surprise flashed in Ye Qinghuai's eyes.

With a little effort in her right hand, she raised the sword, held it horizontally between her palms, and then slowly pulled out the blade.

A cold light reflected in Ye Qinghuai's eyes.

This is a very ordinary long sword, with ordinary material and ordinary style.Ye Qinghuai used it to practice swords on weekdays, and she carried this sword with her every time she went out of the palace to hide her identity.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a powerful evil spirit flowing on the sword, which made Ye Qinghuai feel a chill down her spine.

She subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, looking at the blade in a daze.

The sword seemed to come alive, grabbing Ye Qinghuai's mind and making her unable to look away.

For a while, the torrential rain seemed to have dissipated.Ye Qinghuai felt as if she had been dragged back to the war-torn chaotic world of her previous life. All she could see was the battle reports piled up on her desk. Every line in the battle reports was filled with the heart-piercing shouts on the battlefield and the tragic loss of limbs and arms. .

Those broken limbs will drag her into the hell of ice and fire.

Ye Qinghuai's face was pale.

At this moment, a warm and powerful hand suddenly grabbed her right wrist holding the sword.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly recovered.

The sound of crackling rain filled her eardrums again.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside her through the sound of rain.

"Your Majesty is in the world, how can you commit suicide like this?!" The voice was startled and angry, a tone Ye Qinghuai had never heard before.

Ye Qinghuai raised her head, facing Lu Yanchen's dark eyes, which reflected Ye Qinghuai's pale face.

Lu Yanchen pinched Ye Qinghuai's sword-holding hand with one hand, so that the sword in her hand could not be stored. He looked down at her with a frown. Seeing Ye Qinghuai's face, he relaxed his brows, and his tone softened. He came down and asked, "Is Your Majesty okay?"

Ye Qinghuai looked down at the sword in his hand, the sword was as silent as a dead object under the washing of the rain.

"I... didn't want to commit suicide. I just stopped." Ye Qinghuai lowered his head and said, "Thank you, sir. Sir... you can let go now."

After Ye Qinghuai said this, Lu Yanchen let go of her hand.He looked at Ye Qinghuai again to confirm that she was fine, and then turned around to pick up the paper umbrella that had fallen a few steps away.

It was only then that Ye Qinghuai noticed that Lu Yanchen was holding an umbrella, but he was already soaked through at this moment.Presumably he saw Ye Qinghuai holding a long sword strangely when he went up to the Ming Tower, so he ignored the umbrella in his hand, rushed to Ye Qinghuai's side with one stride, and restrained her sword hand first.

Soon, the gray-yellow paper umbrella covered Ye Qinghuai's head.

Lu Yanchen almost put the entire umbrella on Ye Qinghuai's head, while his own back was completely exposed to the rain.

"Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace first." Lu Yanchen said.

Ye Qinghuai did not move, she still lowered her head, allowing the rain to trickle down along her temple hairline.

After a long time, she suddenly asked, "Sir, am I a fool?"