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

Chapter 18 Escape

Ye Qinghuai ran away for unknown lengths of time.

She felt as if her chest was filled with lead, making every breath very difficult for her. The cold wind blew on her face, mixed with the smell of rice from nowhere, making her legs even weaker.

What's even more frightening is that she has already lost her direction.

There are many alleys in the West Market with curves. Once you take the wrong road, it is easy to lose track of east, west, north and south.

Ye Qinghuai was hiding and running in these narrow alleys. Fortunately, she had good physical strength due to practicing riding and swordsmanship in recent years. In addition, she was tall and could run fast, so she turned several corners in a row.

, the sound of the pursuing soldiers seemed to have faded away.

She stopped and looked back at the road. When she saw no one was chasing her, she leaned against the wall and bent down with her knees in hand, breathing heavily.

This is a deep alley. The shops on both sides are closed. Only some worthless shelves are still placed on the roadside, trembling in the cold wind. The moonlight shines in the alley, and someone’s dog is unknown in the distance.

Barking.

Ye Qinghuai stood up, feeling cold and hungry, as if he was walking on the dark road leading to the ghost world.

She has never been as embarrassed as she is now in her entire life.

But she has no regrets at all.

If the truth is a sharp knife, she is not afraid to hold it with bare hands. Because she is even more afraid of living in the armor called lies her whole life.

Ye Qinghuai dragged his tired body and continued walking forward in an unknown direction.

The narrow alley was silent. Under the moonlight, Ye Qinghuai's straight figure dragged on the ground into a long silhouette, lonely but persistent.

Before walking a hundred steps, Ye Qinghuai almost bumped into someone at a fork.

The man walked silently and very fast, and suddenly appeared from another alley, like a ghost.

Ye Qinghuai stopped the general just one punch away from him. What caught her eyes was a black brocade cloak and a hand subconsciously holding the sword at her waist.

That hand is very beautiful, white and slender, and even looks a bit familiar.

The other party was taller than her, covering her completely in shadow. When the other party saw Ye Qinghuai, his hand on the sword loosened.

Ye Qinghuai raised her head and saw a face that was all too familiar to her.

Lu Yanchen was looking down at her.

His cold face was embedded in the moonlight, and it seemed a bit sacred inexplicably. His clear eyes reflected Ye Qinghuai's flustered face, and there was panic and surprise in his eyes similar to Ye Qinghuai's.

Their eyes met, and Ye Qinghuai was about to speak when the alley behind her suddenly lit up with fire.

Ye Qinghuai turned around and looked toward the firelight with Lu Yanchen.

It was those who were chasing Ye Qinghuai, and the torches in their hands illuminated Ye Qinghuai's face. The leader was the boy in the hall. When he saw Ye Qinghuai, he exclaimed: "It's him!

Don’t let him get away!”

Ye Qinghuai turned back to look at Lu Yanchen. In the flash of lightning, she was about to speak, but Lu Yanchen suddenly turned around and left his back to her.

Ye Qinghuai's heart suddenly seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the valley.

The next moment, those slender hands firmly grasped her wrist, and Lu Yanchen took her and ran away.

To be more precise, he dragged her.

Lu Yanchen's feet were like the wind, and Ye Qinghuai followed reluctantly.

But looking at the way Lu Yanchen moved freely through the alleys, he must have known the topography of the West Market better than he did, so he must have been able to escape.

Ye Qinghuai breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, reality hit Ye Qinghuai hard in the face.

Lu Yanchen and Ye Qinghuai stopped in front of a dead end.

It's not really a dead end, but there are piles of bricks and stones as high as a person in the middle of the road. It seems like it's an unfinished road.

After a moment of silence, firelight and human voices faintly appeared behind him.

Lu Yanchen lowered his head slightly. He quickly took off his cloak and put it on Ye Qinghuai without any explanation.

"Sir, this is..." Ye Qinghuai was only halfway through asking when she saw Lu Yanchen half-kneeling in front of her with his back to her.

He turned his head and said to Ye Qinghuai: "Your Majesty, please come up yourself."

The voice was still as cold as ever.

Ye Qinghuai glanced at the approaching fire behind him and made up his mind.

She tied up her cloak quickly, but hesitated for a moment when her hand went to Lu Yanchen's shoulder.

But it was only for a moment. The next moment, she hooked Lu Yanchen's shoulders and jumped on his back.

Lu Yanchen was thin, but his back was wider and more reliable than Ye Qinghuai imagined.

"My lord, I'm sorry." After Lu Yanchen finished speaking, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before standing up with Ye Qinghuai's legs.

Lu Yanchen's arms were also stronger than Ye Qinghuai imagined.

He jumped up, tapped his feet lightly on the left and right walls twice, and then crossed the brick wall.

Suddenly, the wind brought a strange smell to Ye Qinghuai's nose. But the smell was so weak that Ye Qinghuai only felt it was familiar, but could not remember what it smelled like.

After landing, Lu Yanchen put Ye Qinghuai down, looked back at the direction of the pursuers, and said: "They can't catch up. The way out from here is Beixin Street, where Weichen's car is waiting."

After saying that, he walked forward without even looking at Ye Qinghuai. Only this time, he did not hold Ye Qinghuai's wrist.

Ye Qinghuai followed him with her head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong.

Her heart was beating fast, and she didn't know whether it was because of how hard she ran just now, or because of Lu Yanchen.

Ye Qinghuai raised his head and looked at Lu Yanchen's back, thinking, it seems that he knows the way.

Lu Yanchen wore an inconspicuous black dress under his cloak, with belts around his wrists and calves, which looked a bit like the way a warrior would wear it.

Ye Qinghuai couldn't help but think of his appearance in his previous life when he came to the Hall of Supreme Harmony wearing black armor and soldiers. He was covered in blood and looked like Shura.

It turned out that besides the Taiqing Pavilion bachelor who knew books and kept etiquette, he had always had this other side. It was just that Ye Qinghuai had never discovered it before, and that was why he felt strange and scary when he raised his sword to kill people.

Ye Qinghuai looked at his back, her eyes involuntarily drifting to his shoulders and neck.

Under the moonlight, the part of Lu Yanchen's neck exposed above his lapel looked like a piece of fine white jade. There was a faint straight vein on the side facing the moonlight, just like his straight spine.

Ye Qinghuai was a little dazed.

Once upon a time, when she was walking with Lu Yanchen, she always looked for opportunities to walk behind him.

Not for anything else, just because you can peek at him unscrupulously when you are behind him, without having to hide the burning affection in your eyes when you look at him.

Lu Yanchen suddenly stopped.

Only then did Ye Qinghuai come to her senses. She looked around and saw that they had walked out of the West Market and onto a small road east of Beixin Street.

There were several lanterns on the path, hanging in front of someone's house. In the dim candlelight, Ye Qinghuai saw a carriage parked in the middle of the road.

The carriage was not big, and it seemed that it could only accommodate two or three people riding together. A figure stood beside the horse, stroking its back over and over again to prevent it from making any noise in the quiet street.

Seeing Lu Yanchen and Ye Qinghuai walking out of the night, he was happy, gave Lu Yanchen a fist salute, and said, "Mr."

Lu Yanchen simply nodded to him and said, "It's been settled."

Then he turned back and looked at Ye Qinghuai, as if to confirm whether she was injured. Seeing that she was fine, Lu Yanchen said: "The curfew is now, I will take you back to the palace."

After saying that, without waiting for Ye Qinghuai to speak, he walked to the carriage and opened the curtain for Ye Qinghuai.

"Since it's a curfew, how can Mr.'s carriage walk on the street?" Ye Qinghuai couldn't help but ask.

Lu Yanchen seemed to have expected her to ask this question. He took out a gold medal half the size of his palm from his pocket. Ye Qinghuai took a closer look. On the top of the gold medal, there were two lines of small characters "大景" written across the top.

There are two big characters "Yuci" written vertically, and two dragons are carved on both sides.

It was a gold medal bestowed by the royal family. However, as the emperor, Ye Qinghuai had never known the existence of this gold medal.

Seeing the confusion in Ye Qinghuai's eyes, Lu Yanchen turned over the gold medal.

Ye Qinghuai saw two words engraved on the back - Shun Ping.

That was the title of her father's empire.

It's not difficult to explain here. Seeing this gold medal is like seeing the late emperor. Even if there is a curfew, no one dares to stop his carriage.

But why would his father reward him with this gold medal? Ye Qinghuai's doubts became even more serious.

"It's a long story, let's talk about it in the car," Lu Yanchen said.

(End of chapter)