Chapter 50
The riding clothes are embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, but the clouds above are sharper, and in addition to her tall figure, the exposed eyebrows also give people a heroic feeling.

"It's all because of my poor health. You have to stay with me so you can't be with them. I'm sorry." Han Zhiyu said such words very naturally.

After all, teachers generally have that kind of experience, such as physical education teacher and music teacher who is sick and asks for leave.

She said that this is because the face does not blush and the heart does not beat.

On the contrary, Yao Cairen was a little embarrassed by her. The high-ranking queen apologized to herself with a gentle face.

"It doesn't matter, ma'am, there will be opportunities in the future." Yao Cairen deliberately avoided the direction of other people's horses when speaking, for fear that she would blame herself even more.

Han Zhiyu, who considered herself hard-hearted, was a little soft-hearted, and replied: "I will accompany you when I am better."

If she really can't run, then she is in bad health.

Han Zhiyu saw her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the moiré on the clothes, and asked curiously, "Did you make this clothes yourself?"

Yaocai was stunned for a moment, and found out her movements when she saw her eyes, and subconsciously let go of her fingers: "It should be."

"Should?" Han Zhiyu noticed the details in her words.

"Yes." Yao Cairen confided very naturally: "I fell off a horse before and lost some memories. It's just that when I first remembered, I put this riding outfit by the bedside."

"My family said that I made it myself. Although I don't remember it, I still think it is very important to me, so I brought it with me when I entered the palace."

Han Zhiyu didn't take this matter to heart, her whole attention was on the word amnesia.

Although what her family said could be avoided by simply not letting Yaocai ride a horse, she really couldn't bear the light in the girl's eyes to go out like this.

She made up her mind to find a reason to call her family into the palace as soon as possible.

After everyone left, Han Zhiyu said to Jing Huan on the way back: "Choose a reason to let Yaocai's family enter the palace."

"Yes." Jing Huan is undoubtedly a good subordinate, he agreed cleanly without asking the reason, making excuses or evading it.

Some things are best struck while the iron is hot.

Jing Huan was really capable, and when it was getting dark, she came over with a scroll in her arms.

"I've met your mother." She responded with a salute, and the tassels hanging on the scroll swayed accordingly.

Han Zhiyu nodded, "Get up."

She didn't take the initiative to ask about the scroll.

Because if it was related to her, then Jing Huan would say it himself, no need to ask.

If it has nothing to do with her, there is no need to ask.

"Everything has been settled, and I have another unexpected discovery." Jing Huan said as he opened the scroll in his hand.

It was a picture scroll, and I couldn't see anything clearly, only a vague figure could be seen.

This……

It might be too abstract.

She looked at Jing Huan puzzled, hoping to get a reasonable explanation.

"Because there are many doubts about Yaocairen's affairs, I asked someone to investigate."

"This is a scroll hidden by their family. The tassels hanging on it are played a few years ago. It can be preserved in such a complete way. I think the master loves it very much."

When Jing Huan was talking, he picked out the tassels.

The silk thread looks shining under the soft sunset, and it is top-grade at first glance.

Han Zhiyu carefully looked at the person on the painting, trying to identify something: "Where did you find the painting?"

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