Han Qingyi was enjoying the warm spring water at ease, and he didn't bother to pay attention to Gao Yanzhao. The warm air, warm, Han Qingyi's nose condensed a layer of fine beads of sweat. The heart finally calmed down, and a faint sweetness filled the air, "Hey, do you think this fragrance is not quite right?" ”

Gao Yanzhao sniffed hard and shook his head.

"Musk?" Han Qingyi finally understood why she was a little restless when she entered the pool, and there was always a feeling of depression lingering in her heart. Due to the severe internal injuries she had sustained in her early years, any medicine that carried blood was a deadly poison to her. Han Qingyi covered her mouth, and bright red blood gushed out from the corners of her mouth. Drops fell into the pool water, staining them red.

Gao Yanzhao hurriedly ran over, "Little master? ”

Han Qingyi jumped up with the edge of the pool, and casually took off the gauze tent from the shelf next to him and wrapped it around his body.

Gao Yanzhao held her up, "What's wrong?" ”

Han Qingyi removed a piece of cloth from Gao Yanzhao's hem, fortunately it was not a good satin, it was just cotton, just to stop the bleeding. Gao Yanzhao watched helplessly as Han Qingyi blocked his nose with the cloth. Han Qingyi looked around at the surrounding environment, and suddenly saw an arm-thick candle burning on the wall, and the smell of glamour was permeating from there. Han Qingyi bent down to fetch water and extinguished all the candles with a flick of his fingers. Fortunately, it was not too late, and Gao Yanzhao Tieqing's face could be seen in a trance.

The palace maids who were waiting outside the door heard the sound and looked inside.

Gao Yanzhao said loudly, "It's okay. ”

"Damn, I almost bleed." Han Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief and washed the blood stains on his face with the pool water.

"What's going on?" Gao Yanzhao asked.

"No wonder Yuchen has no heirs yet, why is there musk everywhere in this palace?" Han Qingyi washed her face and asked vaguely.

"Musk?" A question sounded, and the clear voice was not Gao Yanzhao's.

"I said housekeeper, your old man is really in danger." Han Qingyi raised his head, that person was the emperor who heard the wind.

"Gao Yanzhao, what the hell is going on?" Yuchen was very angry, and the consequences were serious.

Gao Yanzhao didn't quite understand whether he was asking about Han Qingyi's retreat or the musk incident, but when he heard Han Qingyi call the emperor's housekeeper, he had already guessed that the emperor had already known about Han Qingyi's existence. Gao Yanzhao bowed and bowed, and retired. "Minion, let's check."

Yu Chen asked him to step back and walked in front of Han Qingyi, "Your injuries are still healed?" ”

Han Qingyi raised his head, "I'm used to it." ”

Yuchen bent down and picked her up, "I don't know what to pay attention to." ”

Han Qingyi frowned, struggling to come down, "Come on, let go of me." ”

"What did you say you listened to that day?" Yu Chen smiled evilly, that smile was very charming, hugged her tightly and refused to let go. Han Qingyi didn't eat this set at all, and he became immune if he watched too much.

"Big brother, I'm bored to death every day." Han Qingyi snapped Yuchen's chest and found a comfortable position for herself.

"Aren't you the life you want? It's muddy, and I don't know where to go every day. I don't want to do anything, don't ask anything, and be a rich idler. Yuchen thought that Han Qingyi's life was very leisurely.

Han Qingyi simply leaned on Yuchen's shoulder, "I'm still a rich idler, I'll idle your head." ”

"Eternal nobleman." Yu Chen took out the emperor's tone and deliberately teased her, "Bold." ”

Han Qingyi closed her eyes slightly, "Okay, you kid, what kind of life do you look at me?" You can't touch what you like, good fellow. According to this practice, I can't eat, I can't wear, I can't read, I can't walk, brother, is it easy? No matter what you want, it's made difficult in every way, so I'm going to go straight to your imperial dining room to steal food. Also, Wushisan, Wushisan, I said that you are not holding grudges and taking revenge. I've never been on my knees that long in my life. ”

"Phoenix." It was the first time for Yu Chen to hear Han Qingyi complain, he called in a low voice, and the strength in his hand involuntarily increased.

"Lady housekeeper, I really feel that my days here are more difficult than my days in Daqingshan. In the past, I was used to living a precarious life, and it was not easy to settle down, and there were greedy people who wanted to be happy. Here, it's too cold. There is no sincerity, only hypocrisy. It's so tiring. Butler, aren't you cold? At the beginning, it was still what you said, I am afraid that it will be windy and rainy at a high place, and I am afraid of going to the top floor of Qionglou. Han Qingyi was astringent, coughing from time to time, and blood foam gushed out from the corners of his mouth. muttered, some delirious, some confused, and some helplessly complained, "Cough, grandma, if I am killed by musk, I guess no one in the rivers and lakes will believe it." Han Qingyi fell asleep softly in Yuchen's arms, her hair was still wet, and the water droplets dripped on Yuchen's body, soaking through her clothes.

Yuchen hugged Han Qingyi out of Yaochi, and everyone surrounded him.

Gao Yanzhao looked at Han Qingyi, who was unconscious, and asked, "Your Majesty, prepare the sedan chair." You see, the little master of the wind is not handed over to the minions. ”

Yuchen shook his head, and walked towards Yi'an Hall without getting on the sedan chair. Fortunately, it is almost summer, the weather is not cold, and it is not far from Yaochi to Yi'an Palace. The problem is that Han Qingyi is not wearing clothes and is just surrounded by a gauze tent. After this cool breeze passed, Han Qingyi, who felt cold, squeezed into Yuchen's arms.

Pei Han followed from a distance, and saw that the emperor was both happy and worried about his master's affection. I am happy that the master has finally come out, and I am worried that under the emperor's favor, he will inevitably be hated, and whether the master who has no foundation can avoid harm.

The palace maids and eunuchs who were far away were talking one after another.

"That master is really lucky, I haven't seen the emperor so attentive to any little master before."

"That's it, I haven't even had a concubine."

"See? It is estimated that this one is going to be on top. Inquire, is there a shortage of people in front of her? ”

Pei Han shrank in the crowd and didn't speak, faintly feeling a little uneasy.

Yuchen carried Han Qingyi to the bedroom of the main hall of Yi'an Palace, and the soft big bed was warm. The concubines are all in the east hall, and the queen has never been to this main hall. Yuchen put Han Qingyi on the bed and carefully covered her with the quilt. When he turned around and saw Gao Yanzhao probing his brain at the door, Yu Chen was impatient, "What are you doing?" ”

Gao Yanzhao looked at Han Qingyi, who was unconscious, and lowered his voice, "Master, I found the pill on the clothes of the little master of the wind." ”

Yu Chen saw Han Qingyi shrink into the quilt with some uneasiness, and walked out of the door. Yuchen pulled Gao Yanzhao out of the door and asked carefully, "Pills, what's the matter?" ”

Gao Yanzhao was a little confused by the second monk, he really didn't understand Han Qingyi's identity. However, thinking about Zhuomen's relationship, he would be a little worried, and he knew that Yu Chen hated these pills the most. He replied stiffly, "There is a blissful pill hidden in the belt of the little lord of the wind, which was discovered by Xiao Lingzi when he was just cleaning up. "The Bliss Pill was developed by the Imperial Pharmacy of the First Emperor, who was lustful and usually used some medicine to help his recreation. The Pill of Bliss confuses and inspires people. More than half of the death of the first emperor was caused by the perennial consumption of this thing. And when Yuchen ascended the throne, this thing became a forbidden medicine. Yuchen is always indifferent to the harem, and occasionally there are concubines who mix Bliss Pills between their clothes in order to compete for favor. Those who are found are usually stripped of their titles and relegated to the cold palace.

Gao Yanzhao carefully observed Yu Chen's face, and he considered the words and planned to intercede for Han Qingyi. After all, he thrives on Zhuomen. If there was no Zhuomen, Gao Yanzhao would have died in Longshouyuan, and if there was no Zhuomen, he would not be able to be loyal even if he had loyalty. And given the relationship between Zhuomen and the emperor, he didn't think that Zhuomen would hurt the emperor. Therefore, since Gao Yanzhao knew that Han Qingyi was Zhuomen's person, he cared about her very much.

"Your Majesty, could this be that the little lord was framed by someone again." Gao Yanzhao carefully picked out the words, linking this matter with the turmoil in the morning.

Yu Chen sighed, "Go and tell Xiao Lingzi that there is no need to make a noise about this." The pill was secretly disposed of, as if it had never happened. After Yu Chen finished speaking, Gao Yanzhao, who was left dumbfounded, turned around and entered the house. Gao Yanzhao originally wanted to intercede for Han Qingyi, but when he saw the emperor's reaction, he knew that he didn't need to. Gao Yanzhao withdrew to deal with this matter.

Yuchen entered the house and saw Han Qingyi sleeping in Zhengxiang, sitting on the ground with a smile and carefully looking at Han Qingyi's sleeping face.

There is no incense in Yuchen's house, which is their habit. Han Qingyi once used non-toxic incense and non-toxic desserts to mix an invisible poison that kills people, and then she never used incense again. Yuchen's bed was very soft, and when he lay down, he was almost covered by the futon. My ears were in the warm bedding, and I couldn't hear anything. The head of the bed is not the porcelain pillow that is used in the palace, it is short and thin, a layer of buckwheat husk, and Han Qingyi will fall on his head when he sleeps on a high pillow. Han Qingyi's whole body was wrapped in the quilt and fell into a quiet coma.

Yu Chen gently rubbed Han Qingyi's eyebrows and carefully sketched her face.

If life is only as it first seems.

On Cuiwei Mountain, Yu Chen, who was chased and killed by He Yanbu, only the loyal but cowardly Gao Yanzhao was left by his side. Gao Yanzhao blocked him behind him, trembling doubles, but firmly blocking all dangers. By the time Gao Yanzhao fell, fifteen-year-old Yu Chen already knew the end that awaited him. The commander of the He Yan tribe laughed wildly and slashed the saber above his head, thinking that he would definitely die, but the soft sword fell from the sky. Xiao Se took Han Qingyi with them, and the two of them swept away the five hundred strong troops of He Yanbu with two swords.

Xiao Se sent Gao Yanzhao to Daqingshan, and the timid Gao Yanzhao hugged Yuchen's thigh and refused to let go. At that time, Gao Yanzhao was only twelve years old. Han Qingyi shook his head that was beaten into the shape of a pig's head and kicked their master and servant out. Yu Chen remembered that Han Qingyi only said one sentence, "If you want to be loyal, you will take out the ability to protect the master." You can't cry the enemy, you have the ability to go to your own house to break out of the world, and accumulate some power for your master. Gao Yanzhao left Longshouyuan aggrievedly, and really opened up a force in Zhuomen.

On the day Gao Yanzhao left, Yuchen was cowardly like an angry little daughter-in-law. "I think you should change with your sidekick, you're more like a eunuch than him." Han Qingyi finally couldn't stand the tearful Yuchen one day, and scolded angrily. At that time, Gao Yanzhao was already a small boss in Shengmen. From sinking to rising, it took only ten years. Long Shouyuan's days are always indispensable to Han Qingyi's mean figure, smiling and scolding, she likes to hit Yuchen the most. Mounted archery, the art of war, and the treacherous way Yuchen worked hard to learn everything from Xiao Se. At that time, Han Qingyi was going back and forth between Daqingshan and Longshouyuan, assassination and espionage, all of which were the work of nine deaths and one life. Every time she comes back, the tired Han Qingyi always likes to be mean to Yuchen. And he was willing. Yuchen's gaze followed Han Qingyi, but Han Qingyi followed the figure of another person.

"I'll do the light, you do the dark, I won't let you do such a beautiful thing." Han Qingyi under the human skin mask couldn't see her expression, but she could hear her confidence in her playful voice. But who can really believe in themselves in such an environment? With 300 Zhuomen disciples and the scattered army of the Son of Heaven, against the 30,000 tiger and wolf army of the Mobei Tuoba clan, only the square inch of Cuiwei Mountain remained. Han Qingyi held on, waiting for the covenant between Yuchen and Tuoba. On that occasion, only forty-eight people survived. Seeking wealth and danger, Han Qingyi, who was facing Yuchen's appearance, brandished this spear and shouted. And those who are alive take the stage to worship the generals, and are crowned kings and marquises. In the history books, the Qinwang battle of the Yongtai Emperor's scenery will be recorded forever, and Wu Yue and the Tuoba clan made an alliance in the year of Bingchen, and the ill-fated Wu Yue Dynasty has since become calm and peaceful. There is no Han Qingyi in the history books, but Yuchen clearly knows that the battle was fought by Han Qingyi and a group of brothers.

Until one day, the red skirt dragged out the prosperity of the Wuyue Dynasty. Yuchen ascended the throne, Han Qingyi entered Zhuomen, and Xiao Se retired to the rivers and lakes. How many hardships there are in the middle, they have never told others, but they just work hard to complete their share of glory. It's just that when the dust settles, nothing matters. On the night of the candles in Xiao Se's cave room, Han Qingyi stood by the window and kept watch all night with the pair of red candles. And in a bamboo forest, Yuchen is also independent in the middle of the night, guarding Han Qingyi's lonely figure until dawn. Xiao Se took his beloved wife to the Jiangnan of the ten-mile lotus and the three-autumn laurel, and lived in seclusion in the place of Han Qingyi's dream. And Han Qingyi walked all over the places they had walked through, chasing the taste of Xiao Se. And Emperor Yongtai is expanding his territory, intending to integrate her past into his territory.

Zhuomen was in civil strife, and Han Qingyi was chased and killed by thousands of miles, from Lingnan to Anyang. Han Qingyi, who had died for nine years, returned to the center of power and quelled the chaos with an iron fist. The Marquis of Anbei rebelled in an attempt to change the dynasty. Yongtai Emperor Yuchen personally led a large army to the north and beheaded it in front of the two armies. The dynasty that was greatly injured, and the stormy Zhuomen on the rivers and lakes, each of them packed up their respective forces and worked hard to stand firm at that peak.

For three years, it took them three years to stabilize the power. Each time there is only a Liao Liao number, is it okay? Shang An.

Yu Chen gently kissed Han Qingyi's lips and murmured, "Phoenix." ”

Han Qingyi didn't sleep well, and coughed after a moment of unsteady breathing.

Yu Chen hurriedly helped her up.

Holding it uncomfortably, Han Qingyi coughed continuously. After a while, Han Qingyi sat up with the head of the bed, and some blood foam gushed out again.

"How's it going? Do you need to find a child to come over? Yu Chen gently patted Han Qingyi's back and asked with concern.