After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Chapter 90 Fear
Ye Qinghuai was silent for a long time, she carefully considered Lu Yanchen's words, and recalled what she had thought in her heart when she made a killing move and intended to kill several times.

In the end, she pulled out a helpless smile and said, "It seems that I really don't have the qualifications yet."

"I saw His Majesty raising the sword to kill the enemy in the east gate, and I worked hard. I want to ask Your Majesty, why did you raise the sword?" Lu Yanchen asked.

Ye Qinghuai lowered her eyes, thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "Because of fear. If I don't raise my sword, they will push me into eternal doom."

She is someone who died once.She has tasted the powerlessness of sitting in the empty hall waiting for the rebels to enter the imperial city, and she has also experienced the despair of watching her loved ones die in front of her eyes.

She was too scared.She never wants to experience it a second time.

Therefore, when Qin Baozhu discovered her identity as a woman, she became murderous.

Therefore, when she was besieged by the forbidden army, she pulled out the Long Yuan sword that had not been drawn out of its sheath for hundreds of years.

She is afraid of being blindfolded, afraid of seeing the person she cares about die in front of her, afraid of becoming a caged bird at the mercy of others, afraid of repeating the same mistakes.

She ran desperately, afraid of being overtaken by the shadow of fate.She swung her sword desperately to cut through the thick fog of fear.

In her previous life, she thought that as the Ninth Five Supreme, she had many choices.She can choose to do nothing, she can choose the person she likes, she can choose a life as clean as a piece of white paper.She can choose to trust, trust the courtiers, trust the inner court, trust the people around her.

But this time, she realized that she had no choice.

She can only win.She has no choice but to win.

Sitting on this throne of power, the word "failure" can no longer be tolerated in her world.

In addition to winning, there is only death.

There is no third way.

At the gambling table where her own life and the lives of all those around her are at stake, she must be cautious and tread on thin ice. She dares not and cannot trust anyone.

Including Lu Yanchen.

Even including herself.

She has to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Thinking of this, Ye Qinghuai unconsciously clenched the gold medal in her hand.

She smiled wryly, looked at Lu Yanchen and said, "I'm still far from being strong enough to be qualified to protect others. Holding up a sword in order to protect is a realm that can only be achieved by a strong man with ease. I can't protect myself now." What else can we talk about?"

Lu Yanchen looked at Ye Qinghuai, and suddenly remembered that on the carriage back to the palace, when the curtain was raised, he had caught a glimpse of Ye Qinghuai's fragility in the blink of an eye.

He thought he was wrong.

Because Ye Qinghuai had never shown any fragility in front of him.

Even when Empress Dowager Jingmin passed away, she never showed the slightest timidity in front of others.

Her tenacity and unyieldingness often make people forget that this is a 16-year-old child.

But it wasn't until now that Lu Yanchen discovered that the reason why Ye Qinghuai could do this was not because her mind was stronger than ordinary people.It's just that she is desperately forcing herself, forcing herself to hold her head up, forcing herself to move forward, forcing herself not to cry.

She hid her true self under that steel-like body, preventing anyone from discovering.

If it wasn't for that quick glance under the moonlight, Lu Yanchen wouldn't have noticed it either.

He found that Ye Qinghuai was afraid, like a child afraid of the dark.She propped up the thorns all over her body, in fact, to resist this fear.

He looked at Ye Qinghuai, and solemnly said to her word by word: "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not alone. This sword is always in His Majesty's hands. As long as Your Majesty needs it, I will always be there."

It's a vow.

It is resounding and heavy as a weight.

Ye Qinghuai felt warm in her heart.In the depths of her memory, once upon a time, Lu Yanchen smiled gently at her curled up in the darkness like now, and then stretched out that slender and beautiful hand to her.

It was the time when we first met in Wenxuan Palace, it was the time of Empress Dowager Jingmin's funeral, and it was the time when she walked alone.

He appeared at every confused crossroads in her life, in every dark night of her self-doubt.

Every time, he accurately saw through her cover-up and disguise, and saw through her downfall and fragility.But never broke.

He just quietly stood in front of her, silently sweeping away the haze.

Ye Qinghuai's nose was blocked, she suddenly felt sorry for Lu Yanchen's injury, she couldn't help looking at Lu Yanchen's chest and asked: "Sir's injury, is it because you were tortured in the Ministry of Criminal Justice?"

Lu Yanchen was stunned for a moment, smiled at her, and said nonchalantly, "Yes."

"I asked Doctor Zhou, and he said that most of the wounds on Mr.'s body were whip wounds from torture, rather than sword wounds from fighting with others."

The implication is that his injury was not because of being outnumbered and defeated in Donglinmen, but because of being whipped.

Lu Yanchen was silent and did not speak.

With his acquiescence, Ye Qinghuai's heart ignited with anger.

Her husband stopped thousands of troops with a long knife in Donglinmen, but he was still able to fight without retreating, and suffered little damage.

But even if he has the courage and strength to be a man who is invincible, he is just a mortal before the cruel iron whip of the Ministry of Punishment.

"Why do they treat Mister like this? What do they want from Mister?" Ye Qinghuai asked while suppressing her anger.

Lu Yanchen shook his head: "They don't know the existence of Yingwei. In their eyes, I am just an ordinary Taiqing Pavilion scholar. They did this just to vent their anger."

After finishing speaking, Lu Yanchen smiled coldly.

His eyes were full of indifferent contempt.

Quite a bit of the fearless look he had when he drew his sword to meet the enemy yesterday in Donglin Gate.

Ye Qinghuai was startled, she suddenly felt that Lu Yanchen probably didn't feel how serious her injuries were.

She couldn't help frowning.

Seeing Ye Qinghuai's worried eyes, Lu Yanchen smiled gently at her, and said, "It's all skin trauma, and it will heal within ten days. Your Majesty, don't worry."

He said it lightly, but Ye Qinghuai didn't believe it.

"Sir, don't try to lie to me. I have seen Mr.'s wound with my own eyes, and it is by no means a superficial wound. Mr. must obey the doctor's orders carefully, and must not be careless."

Lu Yanchen's expression trembled for a moment, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Ye Qinghuai with complicated and hot eyes.

Ye Qinghuai's heart skipped a beat when he saw her, and she subconsciously avoided her eyes.

Then, she suddenly realized that Lu Yanchen's wound was on his chest, and if he wanted to see his wound, he could only see it when he was not fully clothed.

Ye Qinghuai explained with a flustered expression: "I just...seeing that Mr. is covered with thick medicine, I guess the wound should be serious."

She regretted it just after she said this, and felt that it was superfluous.After all, even if the two men took a look, it should be fine.

In this way, it seems that there is no silver 300 taels here.

Seeing her flustered appearance, Lu Yanchen smiled, his eyes softened again, and said: "Your Majesty and minister, let's talk about the things outside Chengtian Gate."

(End of this chapter)