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

Chapter 38 Reunion

The poison was contained in a delicate celadon vial, very small, only as long as a finger.

Ye Qinghuai changed into her private clothes, put the vial close to her body, and then called Li Baoquan.

"Li Baoquan, go change your clothes and accompany me out of the palace." Ye Qinghuai ordered him.

Li Baoquan was surprised: "Your Majesty is leaving the palace?"

"Yes, it's just the two of us. Go change clothes quickly, I'll be waiting for you here." Ye Qinghuai urged him.

Li Baoquan had some worry in his eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything and went to change clothes.

Not long after, he changed into a long suit and hurried back to Jingshou Palace.

Ye Qinghuai looked him up and down, nodded, and said: "Let's go. Come back before dark."

She walked to the gate of the palace, and Li Baoquan hurriedly caught up with her and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, it's not peaceful outside now, and my servants don't have the skills. I'm afraid I can't protect Your Majesty, so let's bring two more people."

Ye Qinghuai stopped and said, "What you said makes sense."

After saying that, she walked towards the guard guarding the gate of Jingshou Palace, glanced at his sword, and said, "Take off your sword."

The guard, who was standing straight and looking straight, suddenly heard Ye Qinghuai's order, was startled, and quickly removed the knife from his side.

Ye Qinghuai took the knife from his hand, pulled it out, looked at it, put it back into the sheath, and tied it to her waist.

"Lend me your knife."

After saying that, she strode away without looking back, leaving behind the stunned imperial guards and Li Baoquan who hurriedly caught up.

What Grandpa Zhou said is right. There are some roads from which there is no turning back.

From the day she was born as the Fourth Prince, there was no turning back.

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Smoked willows paint the bridge, wind curtains and green curtains. The spring scenery in Shengjing is always pleasant.

Ye Qinghuai and Li Baoquan asked for a private room by the window in Baiweijuli next to the liberal arts school. When they pushed the window, they could see the main entrance of the liberal arts school.

There are two Gyeonggi Guards standing at the entrance of the liberal arts school, and there are also Gyeonggi Guards patrolling the campus. Every student who enters and exits must show his ticket to the Gyeonggi Guards, and the Gyeonggi Guards will come up with a list for verification.

It seemed to be in good order and there were no problems. But Ye Qinghuai discovered the problem at a glance.

"There are too few people in the liberal arts school." Ye Qinghuai frowned.

Just as the boy came to serve tea, Ye Qinghuai raised his head and asked: "Brother, why are there so few people in the liberal arts school?"

The boy looked at her warily but said nothing.

Ye Qinghuai took out two pieces of broken silver from his arms and put them on the table. He smiled gently at him and said, "We are businessmen who came to Beijing from Yizhou to do pen and ink business. Students are the source of wealth for me. I hope you will, little brother."

Don’t hesitate to teach me and give me some pointers.”

The boy felt relieved and said, "It's not a good time for you to come to Beijing now, sir. The capital has not been very peaceful recently."

As the boy spoke, he stuffed the broken silver into his waist.

"Oh? Why is it not peaceful?" Ye Qinghuai asked curiously.

"Wasn't it Chunwei some time ago? After the results were released, several students from the liberal arts school jointly signed a letter, questioning whether Chunwei was involved in fraud, and now everyone has been arrested."

"Won't the court investigate?" Ye Qinghuai asked.

"Check it, we're checking it now."

"Then what are you doing to arrest the students?"

"I said I was cooperating with the investigation. But I issued an order not to discuss this matter some time ago. The Gyeonggi Guards are everywhere in the liberal arts school, and they arrest more than a dozen people every day. I heard that most of the classes have been suspended, and some of them are from other places.

All the students left Beijing and went home."

While wiping the spilled tea, the boy continued: "I would like to advise you, sir, if you want to start a pen and ink business, you must survive this period of limelight. Nowadays, there are few students and it is difficult to do business. I don't want to talk about it. If I talk to you,

If a person who doesn’t know the truth is sued by someone with serious intentions and sent to jail, he doesn’t deserve to be punished.”

As he spoke, he finished cleaning up neatly.

"Your Majesty, please be patient. If you need anything, call the young man." The young man smiled and left the room.

Seeing the door close, Ye Qinghuai suppressed the polite smile on his face and looked at Li Baoquan with a stern expression.

"It seems that this place is a place of right and wrong. Li Baoquan, go to the major academies in Beijing and see if they are all like this. After you have checked, go to the archway of Xiuzhengfang and wait for me."

Li Baoquan responded: "I understand."

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Xiuzhengfang, Wenxintang.

This street is far less lively than when Ye Qinghuai came last time.

Because Xiuzhengfang is the place with the strongest aroma of books in Shengjing. Half of the academies and schools in Shengjing are located in Xiuzhengfang, and the corresponding bookstores and ink studios are also lined along the streets.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the plaque inscribed by Wang Lisong on the top of Wenxin Hall and felt solemn.

For some reason, every time she saw this plaque, she would subconsciously hold her breath and straighten her back.

The door of Wenxintang is closed tightly, and the lantern hanging in front of the door when I came last time is missing, making it look a bit desolate.

Not only Wenxintang, but the whole street is a bit desolate.

It seems that the affairs of Chunwei and the Literary School had a great impact on the entire Shengjing library, and even affected the related shops.

Ye Qinghuai walked around twice outside Wenxin Hall. The walls of Wenxin Hall were built high and thick. From the outside, she could not hear any noise inside, and she did not know if there was anyone in the study hall.

Just as Ye Qinghuai was hesitating whether to knock on the door, a voice from behind stopped her.

"Master He?"

Ye Qinghuai turned around and saw Qin Baozhu holding a basket full of vegetables in one hand and three medium-sized wine jars in the other standing at the intersection looking at Ye Qinghuai.

She was wearing a blue and white cloth shirt, and she was holding a square scarf of the same cloth on her head. She looked like a woman, but her big, watery eyes moved around, showing the cunningness of a girl.

Looks like.

Ye Qinghuai's heart paused, then sank.

In her heart, she was vaguely looking forward to Qin Baozhu not being in Wenxintang. But she didn't expect that she would be the first one to meet her.

This is inevitable.

Ye Qinghuai put her thoughts into her eyes, smiled politely, cupped her fists and said, "Miss Qin, long time no see."

Qin Baozhu also smiled at her and was about to say something when she saw the knife in Ye Qinghuai's waist. Her expression trembled, like a frightened white rabbit.

Ye Qinghuai followed her gaze and saw the knife on her waist. She stretched out her hand to press the handle of the knife and hid the knife behind her back. She comforted Qin Baozhu and said: "There has been some instability recently, so I brought a knife to defend myself. I scared the girl."

Yes, sorry."

Qin Baozhu's expression relaxed a little. She looked at Ye Qinghuai with admiration in her eyes and said, "I thought it was great that you could read. I didn't expect that you could also use a knife."

She walked up to Ye Qinghuai and asked, "Have you participated in the Spring Festival?"

Ye Qinghuai was slightly startled and said with a deep look, "I'm participating."

"I went to see the results in Chunwei, but I didn't see your name." Qin Baozhu straightened his expression, lowered his voice, and said to Ye Qinghuai, "Don't feel bad. Failure does not necessarily mean that you are not good enough. This time in Chunwei,

There is a problem."

Ye Qinghuai suddenly raised his head to look at her, only to see Qin Baozhu nodding towards her with a firm expression.

She looked around and saw no one around, then weighed the vegetable basket in her hand, smiled at Ye Qinghuai and said, "Would you like to stay for a meal?"

Ye Qinghuai hesitated for a moment, then saluted and said, "Then I'd rather be respectful than obey my orders."

Qin Baozhu did not go through the main entrance, but took Ye Qinghuai around half a circle and walked through the side entrance of Wenxin Hall.

It was a very inconspicuous small door, and the blue-grey color almost blended into the brick wall. If Qin Baozhu hadn't led the way, Ye Qinghuai wouldn't have even noticed that there was a door here.

"Help me get the wine." After saying that, Qin Baozhu handed the three full wine jars to Ye Qinghuai, and freed one hand to fumble for the key at his waist.

Ye Qinghuai's eyes twitched and he almost missed catching the three jars.

It’s too heavy!

She felt her waist was strained even as she held it with both hands. Qin Baozhu actually walked such a long distance with one hand.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt worried.

After she was established as the crown prince, Emperor Shunping saw that she was weak and assigned two martial arts teachers to her. One taught her riding and shooting, and the other taught her kung fu. At that time, Emperor Shunping checked her martial arts lessons every day.

, Ye Qinghuai practiced extremely hard.

Due to this experience of hard training in martial arts, although Ye Qinghuai did not think that he had any talent in martial arts, he was still more than enough to deal with a weak female in the ordinary market.

But now, she deeply doubted that even if she had a long knife, she might not be able to defeat this "weak woman".

Qin Baozhu didn't notice Ye Qinghuai's expression. After she opened the door, she took three wine jars from Ye Qinghuai's arms and stepped into the backyard.

Then she turned around, looked at Ye Qinghuai who was stunned on the spot, and said with a smile: "Come in quickly."

Ye Qinghuai followed her into the courtyard in a daze, reorganizing her plan in her mind.

"There are many people today and Uncle Hu is not here. I am the only one cooking. I have to go quickly." Qin Baozhu put the wine jar on the ground in the courtyard and said, "They are all in the front yard. You can go find them."

."

After Qin Baozhu finished speaking, he saw Ye Qinghuai standing still. He thought she was afraid of being born, and said to her again: "Qin Yang went out with Uncle Hu today and was not in the academy either. But Lin Yuxiu is here. Did you see him last time?

His, he has been living in the academy."

He was the scholar with a handsome appearance and sharp words. The last time we met, he criticized the court and the world with every word like a knife. Ye Qinghuai was quite impressed by him.

"It's a pity that he also failed this time." Qin Baozhu sighed and said again, "It's really a pity for him."

After saying that, she carried the vegetable basket into the kitchen.

There was only one person left in the yard, Ye Qinghuai, and three wine jars on the ground.

She thought for a moment and walked towards the front yard with blue bricks and black tiles.

When she entered the gate of the second courtyard, she heard the sound of people talking.

Ye Qinghuai followed the sound and walked towards a closed lecture hall. Through the small crack between the door and the window, she saw a dozen men sitting around the room, the younger ones in their twenties and the older ones in their forties.

Next year, most of them will be dressed like literati and scholars in long robes.

Then she heard Lin Yuxiu's voice coming from inside.

"It is not what we want to live in this world. Yu Xiu is willing to recommend Xuanyuan with his blood. If I can exchange for the clarity of the heaven and the earth for a moment, my wish will be enough."

(End of chapter)