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

Chapter 76 Lu Zhai

Lu Yanchen's residence in Beijing is located in Chongyi Fang in the southeast corner of Shangsanfang. Not far behind is Qinglong Temple. There is a seven-story pagoda in the temple. It is a landmark building in Shengjing City, so it is not included in the list.

Hard to find.

Ye Qinghuai only visited Lu Yanchen's home once before she ascended the throne. At that time, she was surprised by how simple Lu Yanchen's residence was and how far away from the palace she was. She wanted to change his courtyard several times, but Lu Yanchen politely refused.

Counting her previous life, she had not set foot in Lu Yanchen's home for more than three years.

But she still found Lu Yanchen's house without any detours.

Although she had only walked the road from the palace to Lu Yanchen's house once, the route had been repeated in her mind countless times, as if it was burned into her bones and blood.

Ye Qinghuai still remembered that Lu Yanchen's small courtyard was rented by him. As soon as he entered the courtyard, there was a plaque hanging outside the door that was as simple as a house number, without even a frame. When Ye Qinghuai came here in the past

, there was only one servant in the yard who cooked and washed clothes. At that time, Ye Qinghuai asked, it was not the servant maintained by Lu Yanchen, but a small laborer who paid according to the points.

In terms of the size and specification of his yard, it is not even comparable to that of merchants with some modest wealth in Beijing. It can be said that he is extremely poor. It is really not worthy of his status as the son of a wealthy businessman in the north, let alone being able to live with him.

The family of the young master who spends a lot of money is connected.

At this time, Ye Qinghuai didn't want to think so much.

The courtyard door of Lu's house was closed tightly, and there was a locked horizontal lock on the door. There seemed to be no one in the courtyard, and not even a glimmer of light came through.

Ye Qinghuai knocked on the door without giving up.

For a long time, no one responded.

Because it is next to the Qinglong Temple, there has always been a saying that the feng shui of homes next to the temple is bad, so there are not many residents. At night, the whole street is dark, there are no lights, let alone anyone to ask.

Ye Qinghuai carefully looked at the lock hanging on the door. The lock was indeed solid, but there were some cracks where the door knocker connected to the wooden door, which seemed to be old.

Ye Qinghuai took a step back, took out the knife from its sheath, and murmured in a low voice: "I'm offended."

After she finished speaking, she raised her knife and slashed at the door knocker.

If one try doesn't work, try twice.

In the dark streets, there was only the sound of metal hitting each other.

When the tenth blow was made, the door knocker on the right fell down with a clang, and the horizontal lock also tilted and hung aside.

The small double door opened silently, revealing a slender gap in the middle. There was only an empty stone table and three stone benches in the yard, bathed in the bright moonlight.

Ye Qinghuai held the knife, opened the door and walked in carefully, then gently closed the door.

She wasn't sure if there was anyone in Lu Yanchen's family.

Lu Yanchen's yard is very small, with three rooms in total. Except for the main room, which faces south and is more spacious, he has converted the west wing with only one door and one window into a utility room, and there is a kitchen on the east side.

Ye Qinghuai first pushed open the doors of the three rooms in turn, making sure that there was no one else in the courtyard except her, and then put the knife away.

Because the west wing is narrow, you can see everything from the door. There are three rows of shelves inside the door, all of which are filled with books.

Ye Qinghuai was amazed in her heart. It was indeed the home of a bachelor from Taiqing Pavilion. From the outside, it looked like a bare house, but when she opened the door, she found that it was actually filled with a lot of stuff.

Books are very expensive. This room of books is enough to feed a family of ten for decades. If there are some rare and unique books in it, it will be even more extraordinary.

This is quite comparable to the young master's family who spent a lot of money.

Ye Qinghuai closed the door of the west wing and walked to the main room.

The decoration of the main room is also very simple, but it has a unique elegance of literati.

There are three sets of tables and chairs in three directions in the main hall, which are spotlessly clean. There is a weak but tall small red bamboo in the potted plant in the main desk. A pair of couplets are hung on the two center pillars behind the desk.

——

The breeze is selfless, elegant and self-loving, and the bamboos are cultivated with integrity and long to call you.

Ye Qinghuai couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't pay much attention to it at this time, and only remembered that Lu Yanchen was fond of bamboo. Looking back now, he felt that Lu Yanchen could maintain this in such a dirty officialdom in Shengjing.

The quality of your mind is really valuable.

The east side of the main hall is separated by a whole screen, and behind it should be the bedroom. The back room on the west side is the study room that can be seen at a glance.

Ye Qinghuai subconsciously walked to the study room.

Different from ordinary study rooms, Lu Zhai's study room has a wide couch under the window, which is enough to sleep two people. There are two piles of clothes folded on the bedside.

It can be seen that Lu Yanchen often stays here.

Ye Qinghuai walked to the desk. Next to the inkstone under the pen holder was a pen that had not had time to be washed. The ink on the pen tip had solidified.

She raised her hand and held it on the edge of the desk. The edges of the desk had smooth edges, as if they had been touched countless times.

This is where he studies and rests every day.

It looks like an ordinary house.

Ye Qinghuai was stunned for a moment.

She suddenly felt that if Lu Yanchen were here, she would be like a student, washing and polishing his pen and asking for advice humbly.

But she has not yet fulfilled the filial piety that a student should have.

He has not yet become the wise king he expected.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly woke up.

You have to find him quickly.

She turned around and raised her legs to leave, when suddenly she caught sight of a painting hanging on the side wall.

She was startled and stopped at her feet.

Isn't that the little portrait of Lu Yanchen she painted?

But it is no longer what it was the last time she made a move.

The painting was framed on a pole made of silk and pine and hung on the wall.

Ye Qinghuai could tell at a glance that this decoration was done with care, using extremely expensive materials that only rich families and laymen would choose.

Why did Lu Yanchen frame it and hang it here openly?

Ye Qinghuai was stunned for a moment.

If people could tell that it was her writing style, wouldn't it mean that the whole capital would know that the emperor was a broken sleeve?

After thinking about this, she realized that the two lines of small words she had written in the upper right corner were missing. The two lines of poetry she had written affectionately——

"There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it."

The upper right corner is blank, not even a seal has been left.

Ye Qinghuai took a closer look and found that upon closer inspection, there was indeed a piece of cooked xuan in the upper right corner that was added during the mounting process. It felt a little harder to the touch.

Lu Yanchen actually took such pains to dig out those two lines of characters.

Even so, I still want to hang it on my desk. It seems that I really like this painting.

Thinking of his livid face when he was about to paint it, it was beyond Ye Qinghuai's expectation that he liked this painting so much.

Just when Ye Qinghuai was wondering, the sound of horses neighing suddenly appeared outside the courtyard.

Ye Qinghuai stepped out of the house holding the knife at her waist.

The courtyard door was pushed open. Qin Yang stood at the door, holding the scimitar in his hand, standing at the door and panting: "Your Majesty, I know where the young master's house is!"

(End of chapter)