After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 27 New Year

"I have thought about it. If the harem remains idle like this, the courtiers will just give advice day after day and try their best to fill my harem with people. Sooner or later, I will not be able to hold them anymore.

If there is pressure to compromise, then it is better to select the empress now. With the chief minister of the dynasty standing in the way, they will have to think carefully if they want to have a harem." Ye Qinghuai said.

Zhou Shouyi and Aunt Fanghua fell into silence after hearing what she said.

In their hearts, Ye Qinghuai is still a child.

But today they discovered that their little emperor had already made his own thoughts. What she did was no longer the arbitrary act of a child's mind, but a dangerous military operation with a backup plan.

This made them happy, but also a little sad.

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks suddenly crackled in the silence of the three people, deafening and deafening. Under the sound of firecrackers, the deep bells of the bell tower in the distance could be faintly heard, one after another, ancient and solemn.

One year old is eliminated amidst the sound of firecrackers.

It's time.

Years and three years later, it's still here.

Ye Qinghuai stood up and pushed open the door. Under the bright fireworks all over the sky, the goose-feather snowflakes seemed to be dyed with colorful mottled colors.

This is a dreamy midnight like a fairy tale.

Without this uniform, she might be able to play in the snow like an ordinary child and laugh with her peers.

Ye Qinghuai stood at the door for a while and suddenly remembered something.

She returned to the house and took down a scroll from the shelf. The scroll was wrapped in a piece of red paper. On the red paper were written eight Chinese characters: Harmony brings auspiciousness, and good harvest brings prosperity. It was inscribed by her herself.

The outside of the red paper is loosely tied with a strip of red silk.

Ye Qinghuai handed the scroll to Zhou Shouyi with both hands flat, and said with a smile: "Grandpa Zhou won't dislike my New Year's red envelope, right?"

Zhou Shouyi looked at the mysterious scroll and asked, "What is this?"

"I painted the picture of bamboo on the stone." Ye Qinghuai said. She looked at the scroll in her hand and said in deep thought, "The most important thing is to be modest and diligent, and to endure the wind and rain for a long time without knowing the cold. Grandpa Zhou, I will reward you with this painting. It is

Because in my heart, only you are the most worthy of this painting."

Zhou Shouyi raised his head and looked at Ye Qinghuai, his eyes filled with surprise, joy, and a little bit of emotion.

He knelt down with his pen in hand, made a great salute, and said, "Thank you for your gift, Your Majesty. I kowtow and wish you all the best, may your Majesty be happy and healthy, and live forever."

Ye Qinghuai smiled, helped him up, and said, "Grandpa Zhou has put away my calligraphy treasure. Maybe one day when you are down and out, you can use it to exchange for a full meal."

"I was just about to say that you are one year older and more stable, but you suddenly lost your shape again." Zhou Shouyi sighed softly, shook his head, and said "A child cannot be taught" written all over his face.

At this time, Aunt Fanghua came out with a thick cloak and put it on Ye Qinghuai's shoulders. She and Zhou Shouyi paid New Year greetings to each other and reminded Ye Qinghuai: "Your Majesty, please rest early. There will be greetings tomorrow morning."

, I can’t sleep for a few hours.”

"It's getting late, so I have to take my leave." Zhou Shou saluted Ye Qinghuai, and told Aunt Fanghua to watch her go to bed early, and then walked out of the palace gate with the medicine box on his back.

Aunt Fanghua seemed to be in a good mood today, and she kept smiling while undressing Ye Qinghuai.

"Your Majesty has really grown up." Aunt Fanghua said happily while changing Ye Qinghuai's clothes.

"Why did my aunt suddenly feel this way? What's the matter? Time is not forgiving?" Ye Qinghuai asked.

"This slave is so happy. In my heart, Your Majesty is still the same as when he was a child. He refused to sleep alone. Even when he fell asleep, he would grab the slave's clothes and couldn't pull them away. But today, the slave discovered that Your Majesty looks like this.

He's taller. He's so much taller than this slave. I don't seem to have to worry about anything I'm worried about."

While talking, Aunt Fanghua had already changed Ye Qinghuai's clothes. Ye Qinghuai sat down beside the bed, and Aunt Fanghua went to bring a basin to soak her feet.

She knelt down by the basin, helped Ye Qinghuai roll up his trouser legs, and continued to talk: "But I feel sorry for Your Majesty. If your Majesty's little heir hadn't been born with broken bones, Your Majesty would be the eldest princess now.

The most noble woman doesn’t need to learn to endorse or ride or shoot. She has suffered so many crimes. She can’t even rest during the Chinese New Year and has to drink with others..."

As she rambled on, something suddenly occurred to her, and she thought to herself, "Does Your Majesty still like Mr. Lu now?"

Her words surprised Ye Qinghuai: "You..."

Aunt Fanghua smiled and interrupted her: "I am also a woman, and I also liked others when I was young. You can't hide the look in your eyes when you like someone. I can see it in the way Your Majesty looks at Mr. Lu. Your Majesty, this time

If you want to establish a queen, have you ever thought about what Mr. Lu would think? "

Ye Qinghuai's expression dimmed and he sighed: "What would he think? What can he think about? It's because I like him, but it's not that he likes me. In the past, he advised me to establish a queen and take in concubines to enrich the harem, but now I

He did what he said, and he has nothing else to think about besides being happy. But if he finds out about my intention to win over Chen Yuansi, I'm afraid I will say that I am eager to get things done."

Ye Qinghuai's eyes seemed to have seen the image of Lu Yanchen teaching her a lesson.

"Is Your Majesty feeling sad?" Aunt Fanghua asked again.

"It's not that sad to be sad." Ye Qinghuai lifted her feet out of the basin and put them on the edge of the basin. Aunt Fanghua immediately took a piece of clean cotton tissue from the side to wipe her, "However, now that I think about it, I still feel

A little frustrated."

"Aggrieved?" Aunt Fanghua was a little confused.

"That's right. As an emperor, I can't even resist when my subordinates push someone onto a dragon bed. I still have to agree with a smile. Don't I feel aggrieved as an emperor?"

Aunt Fanghua curled her lips speechlessly.

"What? What I said is wrong?"

"This servant wants to ask Your Majesty, if you can't marry the person you like, you will feel sad and regretful." After saying that, she laid Ye Qinghuai down on the bed, helped her tuck the quilt, and then murmured softly.

One sentence, "What is your Majesty talking about?"

Ye Qinghuai had an epiphany. She thought about it and replied: "It seems regretful... there is no regret at all. No matter who I make as my queen, I can't make him, Lu Yanchen, my queen, right?"

When Ye Qinghuai said the last word, he couldn't help laughing.

Aunt Fanghua also laughed when she heard what she said.

"Has Your Majesty ever thought about going to find him after Zen leaves the palace and marry him as a woman?" Aunt Fanghua asked while packing the things beside the bed, still with a gentle smile in her eyes.

"I really haven't thought about this." Ye Qinghuai frowned slightly, thought for a long time, and said, "Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I don't want to marry him. Auntie, it seems that I really don't like him anymore."

Ye Qinghuai poked her head out from the quilt and looked at Aunt Fanghua, as if she wanted to get some life advice from her senior.

Aunt Fanghua had packed up. She looked back at Ye Qinghuai, gave her a smile that said "everything is clear", turned around and left.

"Aunt Fanghua!" Ye Qinghuai suddenly called Aunt Fanghua like he did when he was a child and acted like a child and refused to sleep.

Aunt Fanghua turned around helplessly, smiled at her, and said: "Your Majesty, the answers to some questions can only be found by yourself."

Ye Qinghuai pouted.

Aunt Fanghua then came back, touched her head and said: "Okay, go to bed quickly. If you don't sleep, it will be dawn."

Ye Qinghuai nodded obediently.

She looked at Aunt Fanghua's back and suddenly remembered something.

"Auntie, have you been having trouble with Li Baoquan recently? You are not being cold to him today. You are not like this usually."

Aunt Fanghua paused, turned around, and looked at Ye Qinghuai with a somewhat evasive look.

Ye Qinghuai had been brought up by her since she was a child and knew her very well. She stopped her smile and asked, "Is there anything that my aunt is hiding from me?"

Aunt Fanghua hesitated for a long time and said: "I have something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not. If I don't say it, I'm afraid that Your Majesty will be kept in the dark. If I say it, I'm afraid that I will mislead Your Majesty by talking nonsense."

"Say, I will make my own decision." Ye Qinghuai's voice deepened, with a hint of majesty.

"On the day His Majesty left the palace, not long after he left, the slave girl felt uneasy and wanted to go to the palace gate to secretly see if His Majesty had successfully left the palace. As a result, halfway through, the slave girl heard Li Baoquan quietly giving an order in a corner.

Little eunuch, ask him to report that His Majesty has left the palace."

"Report the news? To whom?"

"I don't know, they didn't tell me."

Ye Qinghuai reminisced about it.

After she left the palace that day, she didn't encounter anything unusual.

"During the two days when I left the palace, was there anything unusual in the harem?" Ye Qinghuai asked.

"I don't remember what happened in the harem."

Ye Qinghuai thought for a while, and yes, in the harem, only Changkang Palace had a few concubines who were eating fast and chanting Buddha's name. The other places were all slaves. Even if something happened, it was only the slaves' business.

The two were silent for a while, and Aunt Fanghua said again: "Your Majesty, please say one more thing. Li Baoquan's loyalty to Your Majesty is not something he can pretend to be. Maybe he has his own reasons for doing this."

"I know." Ye Qinghuai interrupted her quickly.

Li Baoquan was left to Ye Qinghuai by Emperor Shunping, just like Zhou Shouyi was left to Ye Qinghuai by Empress Dowager Jingmin. Ye Qinghuai had never doubted him.

"Don't let any third person know about this matter." Ye Qinghuai said, "Auntie, if something like this happens again in the future, don't hide it from me."

"Yes. I understand." Aunt Fanghua bowed. Before she left, she blew out the lights in the bedroom and closed the door silently.

In the darkness, Ye Qinghuai opened his eyes, looked at the curtains on the top of the bed, and sighed softly.

If Li Baoquan can't believe everything, what about Zhou Shouyi? Where's Aunt Fanghua?

For the first time in a long time, Ye Qinghuai had a terrifying thought in his mind: Could it be one of them who revealed her identity in her previous life?

The patter of firecrackers came from a distance, separated by the thick wooden door from the cold wind outside the hall. Lying in the warm quilt, Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt as if she was the only one left in the world.

(End of chapter)