After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Ye Qinghuai's voice seemed a little weak amidst the sound of rain, but Lu Yanchen still heard it.

Lu Yanchen was taken aback by her question.

He didn't know why Ye Qinghuai asked such a question suddenly and thoughtlessly.

More importantly, he hadn't seen such a weak Ye Qinghuai for a long time.

Ye Qinghuai has always asked Lu Yanchen not to treat her like a child since he took over the government himself, and her actions are also confirming her request.

She really isn't a child anymore.

She is thoughtful and decisive, and she no longer needs his teaching and protection.

She is like a young eagle, her wings are getting fuller, and she is about to leave the nest.

But at this moment, she seemed to have turned back into the little bird she used to be, hiding under his wings, snuggling close to his side, following him toddler step by step.

Ye Qinghuai's childish appearance once made him feel anxious.

At that time, he always hoped that she would grow up quickly and be able to face the wind and rain outside alone.

But now seeing Ye Qinghuai showing this appearance after a long time, he felt nostalgic and inexplicably happy.

It felt like something that was lost came back.

Lu Yanchen shifted his gaze to the two wine jars behind Ye Qinghuai.

One stood full, and the other, empty, fell to the ground and rolled to the base of the wall under the battlements.

Reminiscent of the situation Li Baoquan introduced to him in Minglou, Lu Yanchen quickly made a guess.

Even after drinking so much wine, he didn't know what he had said to Qin Baozhu.Lu Yanchen thought.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at Ye Qinghuai's wet head, and asked, "Does your majesty think you are a fool?"

Ye Qinghuai was silent, and replied: "I don't know."

"Does Your Majesty want to be a Mingjun?"

"Yes." She answered quickly this time.

"why?"

Ye Qinghuai raised her head and looked at Lu Yanchen in surprise, not knowing why he would ask such a question.

Lu Yanchen's black eyes were looking at her like a pool of clear and silent water.

Ye Qinghuai was so familiar with this look, when he used to teach her to read in Wenxuan Palace, he always looked at her patiently like this.

But this time, Ye Qinghuai couldn't answer.

She lowered her head, a little confused in her eyes.

Yeah, why?

In her previous life, she never had the idea of ​​"being a wise king". She just wanted to spend her life in peace and stability.After all, in the first 14 years of her life, no one had ever instilled such belief in her.Even after the Renshen Incident, no one from the previous dynasty to the harem had expected her to be a "Ming Jun". For her unexpected emperor, people only hoped that she would not cause more trouble.

If there was one, it would be Lu Yanchen, Wang Lisong and Qin Baozhu.

But even Qin Baozhu said that they believed in the emperor because there was no other way.Besides the emperor, they didn't know who else to count on.

What about Ye Qinghuai herself?
When did she have the idea of ​​"wanting to be a wise king"?
Was it when he was forced to commit suicide in the Hall of Supreme Harmony?Or when she watched all the ministers confuse the deer in front of her at the tribunal of the three divisions?Or when listening to the students planning to go to Chengtianmen to play Dengwen drum in Wenxintang?

"Why did your majesty thoroughly investigate the fraud case of Chunwei? And why did you abolish the minister of punishment in public at the Xishi execution ground? Did your majesty want to hear the praise of 'Ming Jun'? If no one praised him, would your majesty still do this?" Lu Yanchen asked.

Ye Qinghuai's downcast eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes, she cares so much about a passer-by's criticism, is it because she cares about Ming Jun's virtuous name?

If she only cared about her reputation, wouldn't it be good for her to get rid of the critics?

Ye Qinghuai couldn't help asking herself, what exactly did she care about?
Scenes of the past flashed through her mind, and those feelings and emotions at that moment also enveloped her like rain.

The dying refugees in the dark alley next to Baiweiju, the many students under the guns of the imperial guards outside Chengtian Gate, the corpse of Qin Baozhu covered in white cloth under the bright moonlight in the Department of Punishment, the girl Wang Siyun whose face is full of wounds and festering genitals...

Every scene was like a heavy punch that landed on Ye Qinghuai's heart sullenly.

Make her angry, shocked, and blame herself.

There seemed to be a voice in her heart roaring over and over again——

It shouldn't be like this.

That voice echoed in her chest, flowed in her veins, made her heart beat like a drum, made her blood boil, made her limbs move, trying to correct these fallacies.

"If no one praises... I will do the same." Ye Qinghuai said, she raised her head, looked at Lu Yanchen calmly, and said, "Even if I do it again, I will do it again. Even if I am not the emperor , I will also use my own strength to eradicate evil and return justice to the world."

Behind her, the rain has just stopped, and the dark clouds are fading away.

Lu Yanchen put away the paper umbrella covering her head, but did not speak, but still looked at her patiently and intently, as if waiting for her next words.

Ye Qinghuai's eyes darkened, and she turned her eyes aside, saying: "If you plan for profit, you should consider the interests of the world, and if you seek fame, you should seek fame for all generations. What I seek is the interests of the world and fame for all generations. If the world doesn't understand me..."

She paused, then smiled suddenly, and said relaxedly: "Then you don't understand."

With her smile, the dark clouds in the sky cleared.

Lu Yanchen seemed to be dazzled by her smile, and said after a while: "Whether the world understands His Majesty or not, I will stand by His Majesty's side."

"Really?" Ye Qinghuai immediately followed up his words and asked, seeing Lu Yanchen's serious expression, she joked with him again, "If the world scolds me as a tyrant, sir, you will be a slanderous minister who helps evildoers."

Lu Yanchen heard her joking tone, and relaxed her serious posture, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

The torrential rain came and went quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the sun had already sprinkled down from the thick clouds.

But both the teacher and the student were still wet all over, looking very embarrassed.

The two of them face each other on weekdays, one is the Emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, and the other is the Emperor's Master sitting upright, have they ever seen each other like this?

Seeing each other's embarrassed appearance, the two couldn't help but smile at each other.

In the end, it was Lu Yanchen who spoke first, and said, "Your Majesty, change your clothes first, don't catch a cold."

Ye Qinghuai didn't listen to him, but asked, "How did you come here, sir?"

Lu Yanchen immediately corrected his expression, and said: "The minister entered the palace to seek an audience. I heard that His Majesty was not in the palace. Later, I heard that the servant of Wenxintang left a message saying that 'He Sheng' had been to Wenxintang, but the minister arrived At that time, His Majesty had already left, so I inquired all the way from Wenxintang."

Ye Qinghuai immediately caught the point of his words: "Sir, do you want to see me?"

Lu Yanchen hesitated for a moment, then half-kneeled on the ground, took out a book from his chest, held it high above his head, and said: "I ask you to resign as a Bachelor of Taiqing Pavilion, and I am willing to march north with General He's army. "