After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Chapter 82 God's Will
A layer of deerskin was sewn inside the secret bag, which was soft, wear-resistant and waterproof, so although the jade belt was almost damaged, the secret bag was still well preserved.

Ye Qinghuai pulled out the note and spread it out.

The three-inch long strips of paper were neatly folded without any wrinkles, and there were two lines of elegant lowercase letters written vertically on them, handwriting that Ye Qinghuai was all too familiar with.

"There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, but the king does not know."

Ye Qinghuai was struck by five thunders: "..."

Lu Yanchen actually peeled off the inscription on the small portrait and hid it next to the gold medal.

If it can be said that the small portrait hanging in his study is because he recognized Ye Qinghuai's painting skills and liked the painting of himself, then why did he carry these two lines of small characters with him?

A suffocating thought hit Ye Qinghuai——

He doesn't like me, does he?

Ye Qinghuai turned her gaze to Lu Yanchen slightly stiffly, and she looked at that familiar face in disbelief.

Lu Yanchen's face was pale, and his brows were slightly frowned because of the pain, looking pitiful and innocent, harmless to humans and animals.

Ye Qinghuai's eyes quickly changed from startled to dark.

Countless thoughts flooded up.

With Lu Yanchen's temperament, it is absolutely impossible to like men.So, he shouldn't find out that I'm a woman, right?

When did he notice it?

Someone told him?Or where did he find the clue?
A cold light flashed across Ye Qinghuai's eyes.

For a moment, Ye Qinghuai even felt that if he knew that he was a woman, it wouldn't be a bad thing that he couldn't wake up like this.

But the thought was fleeting.Even she herself was taken aback.

As if being possessed by something suddenly, thoughts came up that even felt scary and strange to myself.

Ye Qinghuai raised her hand to stroke her forehead, and blinked vigorously to wake herself up a little.

"What's wrong with me..." she murmured softly.

That was Lu Yanchen who was desperately helping her, the husband she admired wholeheartedly, and she actually wanted to kill him.

Even if only for a moment.

Ye Qinghuai took two deep breaths before raising her eyes to look at Lu Yanchen.

After she calmed down, she realized the absurdity of her inference.

Lu Yanchen has always valued etiquette, justice, integrity and shame the most. If he knows that Ye Qinghuai is a woman, even if he has intentions in his heart, he will definitely avoid her and pay attention to propriety.He would never be able to do such an intimacy as holding her hand in the carriage today.

Does he really like men?

Ye Qinghuai frowned.

She really couldn't connect Lu Yanchen with the word "broken sleeve".

Perhaps there is another possibility that he carried the two lines written by the emperor with him for self-protection or as a threat?
But Ye Qinghuai couldn't think of who the love poems written by the emperor, who survived in name only, could be used to blackmail anyone.

"Ye Qinghuai!" Zhou Shouyi's voice suddenly rang in her ears, pulling her back from deep thinking.

"Why are you so dazed? You didn't respond for a long time." Zhou Shouyi stared at Ye Qinghuai.

"You called me for a long time? Why didn't I hear it." Ye Qinghuai looked numb.

Zhou Shouyi suddenly changed his expression of seeing a patient and looked at her cautiously.

This familiar look brought Ye Qinghuai back to her senses. She had a bad premonition that she was about to be given a pulse and drink a bunch of unpalatable soup.

"Grandpa Zhou, I'm fine. I'm really fine! I haven't rested for too long, just sleep and take care of it. I'm going to rest now."

Ye Qinghuai backed out of the house while assuring her.

Before going out, she took one last look at Lu Yanchen on the bed.

His brows seemed to be stretched a little, and his face was flushed with heat.This flush made his pale and perfect profile look a little more vivid, which was inexplicably alluring.

Seeing Ye Qinghuai's heart skip a beat.

After she exited the dormitory, she stood at the door in a daze.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt that her liking for Lu Yanchen back then might really be a matter of lust.
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The next morning, the sun rises in the east.

Ye Qinghuai did not hear Li Baoquan's loud morning report today.

But she still got up early.

In order to have a "bedridden" appearance, Ye Qinghuai did not change her clothes, and simply tied her hair.

After she got up, she went to the bedroom to check on Lu Yanchen's situation.

There were only Lu Yanchen and Zhou Shouyi in the bedroom.

Lu Yanchen didn't show any signs of waking up, but the brows had been stretched, and the pain should not be so great.

His chest was not as shocking as yesterday, but was wrapped in a bandage. It should be that the sores had been suppressed, and there was no need to change the dressing frequently.

Ye Qinghuai probed his forehead, and sure enough, the touch was cold, and it was no longer burning.

As expected of Zhou Shouyi.

If it was someone else who treated her last night, Ye Qinghuai would definitely not be able to put Lu Yanchen on like that and go to sleep with peace of mind.

Zhou Shouyi must have been busy all night, and now he fell asleep on the desk.

Under the old man's body was a piece of manuscript paper with the names of some herbs written messily on it.

Ye Qinghuai picked up a blanket from the bed, and gently put it on Zhou Shouyi's body.

It was really not easy for him to stay up all night at his age.

Then, Ye Qinghuai took out the folded note from her bosom, and put it back into Lu Yanchen's dark pocket.

Looking at Lu Yanchen's sleeping face, she felt mixed emotions in her heart.

How much she had hoped that Lu Yanchen would show even the slightest bit of special affection for her. For this reason, she was suspicious and told the truth as her daughter, but she couldn't get him a favor.

Now the thing she was looking for is placed in front of her, but she dare not touch it or believe it.

She couldn't afford to gamble, and neither could Dajing.

She didn't dare to bet on Lu Yanchen's sincerity, nor did she dare to bet on her own will.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt a little funny.

When she asks in every possible way, she can't ask for it, and when she can't afford it, she wants to give it.

Does this mean that planting flowers intentionally will not succeed, but planting willows and willows will make shade unintentionally?
What a trick of God.

Thinking back carefully, it seems that her life has always been filled with this kind of helplessness.

Ye Qinghuai put the dark bag away inside the jade belt, then turned the jade belt over and pressed the dark bag firmly underneath, without any clues at all.

Like a ripple on the surface of the water, it disappeared without a sound, forever becoming a secret that no one will break through.

Ye Qinghuai looked at Lu Yanchen's pale and haggard face, his eyes softened, and he reached out to smooth the messy hair on his forehead.

Then, she left the bedroom and gently closed the door.

Outside the house, it was already daylight, but the pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine still lingered in the yard.

Last night, this was Zhou Shouyi's battlefield.He stayed up all night, guarding Lu Yanchen's life.

And next, it was Ye Qinghuai's battlefield.

(End of this chapter)